Co-dependency

Co-dependency

fiction
edward w pritchard

A slippery slope she was on. Icy wet vertical freezing rain. A forty five degree angle the ground sloped down at. Hands held wide out, elbows crocked, hands pointed down to try to grasp in mid air the slippery icy mountainside ground. Struggling to maintain balance, panicky at the imminent tumble down toward the rocks below. Primordial rocks not sharp but thudding; threatening to break limbs or scatter brains. Mrs. Walker tossed in her sleep ten seconds before the alarm was to ring the customary warning.

Marcy would be late for work. Marcy wasn't answering the phone. It had been ten minutes since Mrs. Walker had been rudely awoken by the alarm clock and she had been calling her daughter Marcy, two hundred miles away in her apartment, three times already. Marcy couldn't be late for work again, she would lose her job again. Mrs. Walker paced about the large house surmising Marcy's movements last night that would keep her from answering the phone. Jogging through the house Mrs. Walker dialed again. Marcy couldn't be late for work again.