67/365 Lisa
Pleasant, pretty, perfectly pressed, Lisa was hired as the small-town newspaper publisher’s wife. She quickly bore daughters -- one, two, three -- until finally producing an acceptable heir, Dad, Jr. The whole town sighed joyful relief - now pretty much guaranteed future headlines identical to those past.
posted by - Christine at 7:00 AM
6 Comments:
I used to work for one of those newspapers. I loved it, but I know what you mean...
I wonder if the paper advertised for her "position" in the "want ads"?
"sigh of relief"
made me smile, (and sad, too) ... oh, that the genetic reproduction be complete with the birth of Dad Jr.
of course, the flip side is that I work for someone who simply made his youngest daughter his only son ... which is worse, to be the heir apparent, or the substitute son?
The worse is the knowing that someone wanted you to be someone else.
beatrix kiddo -- yes, agreed. How difficult to live life knowing you'll never become what you weren't to begin with.
fat red ant - it seems every time I read your latest entry, it makes me want to push a little harder when I write. How do you capture such essence with such limited word count? Amazed, always.
Thanks BB, you flatter me!
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