Cora day #2

I had a recent occasion involving the handmaid of our household. I was bringing the normally scheduled breakfast to Offred. The two eggs and orange juice jiggled as stepped through the hallway to her room. As I entered I was surprised to find her neither in bed nor walking about, nor seated in the warm light and cool breeze by the window. As I walked around the bed I saw a heap of red resting half within the cupboard. The tray I held clattered to the floor at the sight; I feared the worst, that she had run away leaving her conspicuous bright dress behind. I slowly drew closer to find a body inhabiting the flow of red material. I knelt beside her and with a gentle hand touched the still figure. I screamed when it stirred. She looked at me as I pulled her up and expressed my fear of what I thought had happened. However, Offred was passive on the incident saying it was only a faint of exhaustion from the activities of the previous day. I excepted this as a viable answer and we picked up the spoiled breakfast. We agreed that the incident had no need to be repeated to anyone, and I took the tray back to the kitchen rehearsing what lie I would tell Rita about the broken glass. The job the handmaids do, they say is for the good of us all. But perhaps there is a better way, a less degrading way to preserve society. I could have been in the same place if fate had but handed me a different card. I feel for the empty, and lonely nights they spend unloved; I feel for them because they are always hated by Wives, the one people who should be as mothers or mentors to the women.  

Cora day #1

I wear a surgeon green dress with an bib apron over it that is extremely concealing. I don't have to wear a veil unless I go out because no one cares if my face is seen.
Besides working with Rita the other Martha in the house, with kitchen and cleaning work, I love to gossip or receive the latest from anyone, about the secrets that go on within households.
My worst nightmare is being sent to the colonies where who knows what becomes of the Unwomen who are sent there. The fear of the unknown terrors haunt me from time to time when I sleep.