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Wordless Wednesday: It’s Market Day
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| Location: Ürgüp, Nevşehir, Turkey (click any picture to enlarge) |
Recycling Time
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 18 September 2020
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| Photo Credit: Roger Bultot |
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“Billy, make sure to clean up your drawers. Curbside textile recycling is scheduled in our neighborhood this weekend.”
“OK, Mom.”
Billy started with his underwear collection. Most were suffering from waistband-fatigue. Some had holes that were getting bigger due to neglect and too much scratching while watching TV alone and undisturbed. Sometimes they’d make do when he was desperate, but it was definitely no boost to his self-esteem.
After tossing out the ones that couldn’t be salvaged anymore, Billy had determined he needed a dozen pair of new ones.
But would his mom go for it? That was the question.
Unfinished Business
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 11 September 2020
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| Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields |
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While visiting the old neighborhood, Adrian decided to stop by the store where he used to work as a kid.
“May I help you?”
“Mrs. Robinson, it’s me.”
“Adrian, is that really you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Oh my, how you have grown,” she exclaimed looking at him from head to foot.
“I just wanted to thank you for giving me a chance in life. I don’t think I’d ever make it in this country without your generosity.”
“You’re much welcome, Adrian. Now, we’ve got unfinished business to take care of.”
Mrs. Robinson then put the ‘Closed’ sign and locked the door.
We’ll Rise from the Ashes
It’s a day like no other. The sun is nowhere to be found. It looks more like twilight that I have to turn on the lights.
The skies are dark and tinted with orange caused by wildfires burning all across Northern California. Although I live many miles from the nearest fire, I could still smell the smoke.
It’s almost quiet outside. It feels like a prologue to the apocalypse. I hear no fluttering of the breeze through the trees. There’s nary a sound except for the chirping of a lonely bird.
So far over two million acres have been burned. Already considered a state record, the fire season is far from over.
I’d lived in California for years and this is the first time I’d seen its population face so many challenges brought about by the Covid-19 pandemic and the current wildfires. The impact on the economy and life as we know it will be felt for a very long time.
I want to believe we’ll get through these current challenges, like those that came before. We’ll rise from the ashes and rebuild our dreams. Our head may get bloody, to paraphrase a poem, but we’ll remain unbowed.
September 9, 2020 at 4:34 pm 2 comments