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Bonded Labour

The wife enters the room at night, bone-tired after the cooking, cleaning, washing and nursing routine.

Husband: Did you iron the shirt I asked you to?

Wife: I did not get time today.

Husband: Really?! You were at home all day while I was slaving away my life at work…


I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

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