Hades on Terra Firma
She stands in the door-way casting an abysmal gaze around her shabby surroundings with eyes re-signed and devoid of Life. Every new day that she enters in-to is another reluctant foray in-to a regretful existence which is simply coasting to its predictable end. Standing in front of her, barely above her knee is an impoverished toddler experiencing the same consistent feeling which he has come to associate with the normalcy of his life - Hunger. This is a word that really should not be associated with a micro-human of a certain age whose world should be full of frivolities, nonchalance and absolute selfishness. He has no idea that this is not the norm. She wishes every-day as she looks at his bowed head that she had aborted him so she could be young and free again. She looks down at the toddler and sees him looking at his feet contemplating. Love (that conquers all darkness) comes flooding in-to her heart once again. This was her son - Moshood jnr. She may have made a ...