Falling down and Getting up
“Asphalt is hard!” Thalia rubbed her hip and tailbone.
“And ice on asphalt is slippery!” Cal exclaimed while rubbing her elbow.
Urania massaged a tendon running from her neck to her shoulder. “We laid there a good long time in the dark — not sure if Typist could get up — Henrietta pulling and chomping on the McDonald’s mega-cup she’d carried home from Hilo Drive.”
“Feeling pretty low and grumbly — all of us,” Calliope sighed.
“And then we got the memo from David… Monday Morning Motivation. When God closes a window he opens a door… Or sends a little encouragement?” Thalia asked. “One minute spent complaining robs you of sixty-seconds of making forward progress.”
“I knew there was a reason somebody invented pain relievers!”
And in that moment Typist remembered — All shall be well.