Treasured Blessings
Treasured ~ Blessings
It was another late and stressful night for Mrs Jones in the scummy local motel she was staying in. It had been a few days now, since her and Mr jones had been forced out of their farm, and all she wanted to do was go back. But whenever she expressed her opinion or tried something on her own, Mr Jones always seemed to over power her, always seemed to dull her sparkle. She felt like she barely had a voice around him, she never had the strength to speak up or even stand up for herself, always hiding behind her husbands shadow. Even though she loved him, sometimes she felt more like a slave than a wife to Mr Jones, totally worthless.
Mrs jones was a quiet lady, whom was never really fulfilled with her life. She craved contentment, longed for affection and ached for attention. Some people called her bitter and miserable, others even worse. She found herself relentlessly waiting and hoping for something exciting and new to happen, but as each day passed, she was consistently let down. The next morning Mrs Jones decided to finally attempt to be somewhat independent, even after all the chaos that had previously occurred she headed back to the farm, she left very early in the morning, whist it was still dark, hoping Mr Jones wouldn’t notice her strange departure with all the stress he was under. It was a gloomy and rainy day, she was cold and tired, the warmth from the heater wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, as her eyes began to become restless. Her mind slowly flew off to the life she wished she could call a reality, and in them few seconds of innocent daydreaming, she lost control of the car.
Spiraling out of authority, she frantically woke from her idea of perfection to find herself face to face with her idea of hell, it wasn’t long after before she was witnessing complete and utter darkness in its purest form, unconscious and alone. A couple hours had passed, Mrs Jones eyes were rolling to the back of her head, her vision soon
It was another late and stressful night for Mrs Jones in the scummy local motel she was staying in. It had been a few days now, since her and Mr jones had been forced out of their farm, and all she wanted to do was go back. But whenever she expressed her opinion or tried something on her own, Mr Jones always seemed to over power her, always seemed to dull her sparkle. She felt like she barely had a voice around him, she never had the strength to speak up or even stand up for herself, always hiding behind her husbands shadow. Even though she loved him, sometimes she felt more like a slave than a wife to Mr Jones, totally worthless.
Mrs jones was a quiet lady, whom was never really fulfilled with her life. She craved contentment, longed for affection and ached for attention. Some people called her bitter and miserable, others even worse. She found herself relentlessly waiting and hoping for something exciting and new to happen, but as each day passed, she was consistently let down. The next morning Mrs Jones decided to finally attempt to be somewhat independent, even after all the chaos that had previously occurred she headed back to the farm, she left very early in the morning, whist it was still dark, hoping Mr Jones wouldn’t notice her strange departure with all the stress he was under. It was a gloomy and rainy day, she was cold and tired, the warmth from the heater wrapped around her like a cozy blanket, as her eyes began to become restless. Her mind slowly flew off to the life she wished she could call a reality, and in them few seconds of innocent daydreaming, she lost control of the car.
Spiraling out of authority, she frantically woke from her idea of perfection to find herself face to face with her idea of hell, it wasn’t long after before she was witnessing complete and utter darkness in its purest form, unconscious and alone. A couple hours had passed, Mrs Jones eyes were rolling to the back of her head, her vision soon