Damn it, none if it was easy.

She flipped through all of the ideas knocking around inside her head and everything seemed like an uphill battle.

What was easy?

Work? No.

Marriage? Ugh.

Dating? Absolute disasters.

Children? Wonderful, but easy only for infintesimally short moments.

Childhood? While she could not really complain, she would have given her right arm to be able to eat ice cream for dinner whenever she wanted.

Parents? Good God!

Death and taxes? A certainty, but certainly not easy.

She scrolled though the ideas she had jotted down in an unpublished chapter on Wattpad. None of them would work.

Driving in New York? Bad.

Driving in London? A nightmare.

Family stories from WWII? Depressing.

Dystopic futures? Certainly not.

She needed to close the computer to think and accidentally hit publish instead of save. Quickly she scrambled to unpublish. She blew out a slow long breath.

Technology? Negative.

Grammar? Not for her.

Spelling? Worse.

Love? No.

Sex? Perhaps. She rolled that one around for awhile, no pun intended...maybe sometimes, but not always. 

Making dinner? Crap! Not when the potatoes are burning and work is calling. Argh! She pulled the smoking pan from the oven.

Why can't anything be easy? At least it was nice outside. The May heat wave had turned out to be pleasant. She poured a glass of cold rose and went into the back yard seeking inspriation.

Not drinking more than a scientifically healthy amount of alcohol? No comment.

The grass was cool on her aching feet. Lying down on the lounge chair, she tilted it back relaxing for the first time in thirteen hours. Well, well, that felt nice. A light breeze picked up and rustled the leaves gently above her head. She took a small sip and felt the tight muscles in her neck relax. The setting sun shone through the bamboo. This, yes this, was pretty easy.  She peeked down at her toes. Mmm she really need to repaint them.

Not easy! Go back to prior activity! And don't look too hard at the weeds popping up in the garden either.

Yes, the wine and the sun with a gentle wind and no one bothering her. This would qualify. She sighed. There wasn't really anything she could legitimately complain about though. Her life was full. She had work, a home, a lovely family, friends, and plenty to eat. She was surrounded by love. And even if she wasn't wearing them, she had shoes. Probably more pairs than should be acceptable. She stared up at the light green buds on the tree above her. So many people suffer horrors every day. Her gaze drew back to the delicate glass filled with pink liquid in her hand. And there was the matter if this excellent dry rose. Yes, life was easy.  She ought to take a picture to go with the story.

Why is phone camera only working on selfie mode? Grrr.

Smart phones? Nope.

The phone rang. Shit, it was work again.

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Word count = 500 (I admit I slipped last week and was under)