A woman sits crying, heavy head in hands— heaving sobs of release.
Another woman with similar appearance approaches questioning, then demanding flippantly “Oh what’s the matter now? Stop your crying!”
The crier lifts her head. “Why would you demand I stop doing the very thing that will help me most? You don’t care about me. You can go fuck the fuck off.” She finishes her cry, dabs her eyes and walks away smiling.
Tricia Schwaba 11/22