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First They Came…

Martin Niemöller
Credit: Martin Niemöller

President Donald Trump and his enablers are exploiting the cracks in our democratic institutions and promoting divisiveness to gain power and establish a fascist form of government. For sure, they’re in the minority. However, if we remain quiet and condone their abuses, they will prevail and lose our human dignity and freedom in the end. It’s time to speak out and be counted.

June 2, 2020 at 11:12 am Leave a comment

Childhood Friend

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 17 April 2020

Roger Bultot
Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

Before moving to California with his family, Paul went looking for his childhood friend to say goodbye.

He found her on the rooftop of their apartment building looking down below with the early summer breeze playing with her hair.

“Is it time?” Clara said.

“I’m afraid so. I promise to write often.”

“Hah! Say it only when you really mean it.”

They corresponded through high school until life’s new realities took hold.

Back in New York many years later, Paul visited the old neighborhood. He was hoping to reconnect with Clara only to find out that she was already married.

April 15, 2020 at 10:17 am 51 comments

Wordless Wednesday: Hanging Elderberries

Hanging Elderberries
Location: Arbanasi, Veliko Tarnovo, Bulgaria


February 11, 2020 at 12:10 pm 12 comments

Wordless Wednesday: Pomak Girl in Native Attire

Pomak Girl in Native Attire
Location: Glogovo, Bulgaria


August 5, 2019 at 8:00 am 10 comments

A New Lease in Life

For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 19 July 2019

Roger Bultot
Photo Credit: Roger Bultot

Sitting alone in the park, he remembered the tight-knit community at the foot of the mountain where everybody knew everybody.

It was a paradise surrounded by rice fields and farmlands as far as the eyes could see.

The civil war changed all that, as families were forced to escape the hostilities and became refugees.

He and his family lived in New York now. It gave them a new lease in life. Still, he missed the village of his boyhood.

Break time was over. He stood up, took a deep breath, and went back to his station at the parking garage.

July 17, 2019 at 10:40 am 28 comments

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