Read the prompt, put on your writer's hat, and tell us a story that passes the Bechdel Test, for the Muse of the Month, April 2018. 

Having spent every waking hour tending to his needs, she suddenly felt frightfully lonely. It hurt her to even think of tomorrow, when she would wake up alone.

Mahima noticed just then that they had taken a route she was not aware of. “Uhh…where are you going?” She called out to the cabbie in as stern a voice as she could.

She drifted off to sleep, blessing Akanksha for her intuitive and instinctive thinking. Her baby had grown up indeed. Into a sensitive and sensible lady.

"I am scared of closing my eyes at night, worried of what I would have to face the next morning. I hate myself for thinking such terrible things Vinni!"