This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – ENERGY
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The children, cheeks glowing and noses running from the biting cold, tumble into their home, little more than a hovel, and as Father tugs their thin wet coats off their scrawny bodies I do nothing, because it’s not my job.
He shepherds them away from where Mother lies pallid in a corner cot, tries to dry their home-cut hair with a threadbare towel, all the while trying to raise their spirits with his chatter, and I do nothing, because it’s not my job.
Bidding them stay calm, not overly excite Mother, he leads them to her bedside and, although her pain is obvious as she tries to find the strength and the energy to lift her head to smile at her clutch of little darlings, I do nothing, because it’s not my job.
Father goes to the ancient stove, heats a pot containing a thin gruel, and pours it into five small plates along with a chunk of hard bread, while the children whisper sweetly to Mother and I do nothing, because it’s not my job.
When the children have consumed their meagre fare they sit on the floor and sing sweet Carols to Mother while Father bemoans the lack of medicine which I could provide, but don’t, because it’s not my job.
When Mother sighs softly and breathes no more, I step to her, close her eyes, and remove her soul, or spirit, or life force, or whatever you call it in your particular belief system, because that is my job.