The BLT

Bellowing from her deepest stomach pit, she allowed her cry to drain her breath each time she howled out into the daylight, and into the neighborhoods afternoon April air...

She kicked her feet as hard as she could into the concrete driveway as she ran out into the yard, and dramatically threw herself against the fence. She felt the chain link dig into her cheek and it felt good as she lay there, strewn, and sobbing.

As she cried a hatred burned in her throat, and her eyes bulged under her tears, pushing only more anger into the pressure against her brain...

She wanted to hurt somebody. She wanted to gauge with her nails and tear flesh. She wanted to use large objects to bash heads and teeth in, she wanted to inflict bodily harm.

The injustice that had been done to her had wrecked her, and she was left starving and out of time..

Her entire days labor had consisted of securing that herself and the other two would be taken care of.

She had walked, 8 months pregnant, for what seemed like hours.. She had prepared food for the others and as she had gone to clean herself up, the others ate their delicious BLT sandwiches. She had a doctors appointment to prepare for childbirth and did not want to be late, so she had left her BLT sandwich sitting on the counter while she showered..

When she came out of the bathroom, ready to leave, ready to eat, she saw that all of the three plates had been washed and set out to dry...

She looked for her sandwich, and was sure that it had been wrapped up for her to take in the car. But, she never found her sandwich, no... All that was to be found of her delicious and coveted BLT sandwich was the dishwasher, and he had a big satisfied smile on his face. She watched helplessly. It was like a robbery in process as one last bite of her BLT sandwich was tossed nonchalantly and carelessly into his mouth...

Her BLT sandwich, the one that she had craved all morning, like only a woman in her last month of pregnancy can crave a BLT sandwich, had been eaten! Her BLT sandwich that she had walked to the store with swollen feet for, had been eaten.

It did not matter that his excuse made perfect sense.. It did not matter that he had done the dishes..

Her BLT sandwich, was gone.

And then she realized she was ten minutes late for her pre-natal doctors appointment; because she had been crying on the chain link fence in the front yard, like a mad woman , kicking and screaming, for twenty minutes, for all the neighbors to see....