Poverty

I constantly think of descriptions, events, story lines, and other ideas then go on to make grandiose ideas for a book or play. Time to start put those grandiose ideas into works of art :). I plan to write down every thing...all my ideas for every idea. Eventually it will turn into something.

So here's the first of it. My dad and I call these "shower thoughts" when we have our brilliant ideas in the shower, but forget to write them down. I was thinking of a poor woman and her child. How she coped with the stress of our worst enemy...money. Lets see if I can remember everything.

"...It took everything to keep from tearing up. Her back hurt from the phantom weight on her shoulders. She stared at the glass in her hands, another good cup chipped. Chipped dishes can give you food poisoning, she'd heard. There's no money in the budget for new dishes, though. Their towels were worn down to threads, barely getting them dry. They could double up, but that meant double the laundry, which meant double the water, and double anything is double the money.
The rent, the food, the water and the power. Those were crucial, in that order. She had a generator if they cut the power, and the creek was just a few steps away. Food stamps help, but rent's always a bitch. Still, her child was not going to school dirty, hungry, or cold. He'd have a roof every night, and she had her mind to do everything it took to keep it that way.