Here’s Mud in your Eye

Joyce was unlike some women who unabashedly whipped out a teat in public daring anyone to say anything. Instead she chose discrete places to breastfeed. On this occasion she sat herself down on the only park bench within sight. Two elderly women were perched on the other end.      “How disgusting.” Hissed the one closest to her, now staring in disapproval as she prepared to nurse.
     Joyce snapped. When she felt her milk coming in, all it took was a deft pinch of her right nipple and the stream of milk made a perfect arc into the old crone’s withering eye.