Cold Truth

Those tasks she once squeezed in between the events of a real life consisting of job, social events, wifely duties and mom stuff, now filled out her day. The bare essentials of staying fed, clean and alive exhausted her. How had she ever fit all the rest in?
        When she was just starting out on her career and teaching Native American Literature, she had balked at the cruelty of the tribes that set their elderly out to freeze in the cold winter air. It was the selfishness then that affected her— their unwillingness to feed, shelter and tend to their elderly.
       She had never thought of it from the point of view of the ones being given these relatively kind deaths. What would she do when she was incapable of even the easiest tasks? Now she understood. Snow would be the easy way out.

For The dVerse Poets Pub “Snow would be the easy way out”
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