Photo by Roger Bultot

Dog-tired, Maddie slowly climbed the stairs, carrying bags of groceries.  This week, she had worked three consecutive 12 hour shifts, from 7:00pm to 7:00am.

After she left the hospital, she had a long bus ride home and then had to stop at the supermarket.

She let herself into her small apartment and headed for the kitchen.  After unpacking the groceries, she dragged her tired body into the bathroom to take a hot shower.  

Ten minutes later, she slipped into her nightgown and was about to climb into bed to get some sleep when the phone rang.   She stared at it.

100 Words

This is part seven of the story about General Turpentine and Maddie, the African-American nurse he met and fell in love with during World War II.

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here.

25 Replies to “Tired”

    1. Dear Rochelle,

      I’m thrilled to hear that. I was hoping that her exhaustion would come across in the story. Methinks you might be right about the phone call 🙂



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