Submitted to Writer's Pantry #73 at Poets & Storytellers United, June 6, 2021 A bit of reflection on how times have changed ......
A WOMAN’S PLACE
Summer lay on the land in a suffocating blanket of humidity.
Leaves clung listlessly to their branches, scarcely moving in
the dense air. The sun shone relentlessly on lawns so thirsty
crunched underfoot. Even the birds seemed unable to summon
the energy to sing. All was quiet on Maple Street, except for
the hum ot the laboring window air conditioners. In the tidy
Cape Cod at 1423 Maple the housewife tied on a fresh apron
and looked out her kitchen window. Her husband would be
home from work any time now. She poured sweet tea over the
tall glass of ice he expected when he arrived home from work.
For a moment, she thought of the time before marriage when
she was working, and the excitement of feeling useful and alive.
As she reminisced, she saw his car pulling into the driveway.
Sighing, she went to the door to greet him with a smile. It was,
after all, 1952, and a woman’s place was in the home.