Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The handmaid
Normally my day to day duties keep me seperate from the handmaid assigned to my commander. Yet one day as I was digging up the garden for the wife, I saw her. Her name was Ofjames, a short young girl with a very sad yet pretty looking face. She merely stood there and watched on as I did the work in the garden. Each time I looked in her direction she would pretend to be looking at something else. I knew I couldn't risk taking a long look at her due to the fact that the wife was looking over my shoulder. This was the most exposure I had with the handmaid. It was awkward yet truly characterized my life there. Yet I don't really have any strong feelings for or against the handmaids. I see them as a risk to have an opinion on anyway. I try to keep that part of my life seperate, yet there is always a creeping feeling of the morality of it all.
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Those handmaids can get really darn creepy.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I have never had a personal problem with any of the Handmaids here in my home, this is quite a story that will make me think twice about those runts. I do give them credit for their tolerance of lack of freedom, however they do need to learn to act normal in society.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you when you said you don't have feelings for or against the handmaids, as you should. But don't let them get under your skin like that our you might get arrested yourself.
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