Staying the Course
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 26 August 2016
NOTE: It’s vacation time. You may consider this as my last post for a while. I’m taking off from blogging until I return in October.
Photo Credit: Georgia Koch
When I was three years old, Nana Talia took me in a small boat across the river. I must have enjoyed it so much the experience stayed with me.
Nana Talia babysat me for just a few months. I can’t remember her face anymore, but I can still feel her love that has enveloped me like a mist.
I think when somebody has been good to us, we remain connected to that person even when we have moved on. Since that trip on the river, I’ve crossed many rivers, and with each crossing, I’ve felt her steady hands holding me.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Rare
Location: Auschwitz Concentration Camp, Poland
It caught my eye while visiting the notorious Auschwitz concentration camp in the German-occupied Poland where thousands of Jews and Non-Jews alike were exterminated by the Nazis in World War II.
Unintended or by design, this set of flowers, surrounded by barbed wires, indicated that beauty could bloom even in the most dire of situations.
Right there and then, I decided to take its picture. I thought that was the least I could do to preserve its memory long after it was gone.
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The Parting Gift
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 19 August 2016
Photo Credit: Janet Webb
“I’m sorry, I have to let you go,” the manager told Kevin.
“It’s not personal,” he added. “It’s strictly business.”
“Yeah, right,” Kevin muttered to himself.
It didn’t come as a surprise once the company was sold to a group of investors. If anything, it gave him time to prepare for the eventuality.
As Kevin was escorted out, he took one last look at the place they called the beehive. It was home away from home no more.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Kevin planted a virus in the company’s network system as a parting gift. It woke up after he left.
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