It’s Your Birthday Today
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Dear One:
Although we haven’t been in touch for a long while, I haven’t forgotten it.
After all these years, I’m happy that you’re still around considering that a lot of our contemporaries in the blogging world are gone.
You’re one of my favorite bloggers. I’ll always be your fan. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. I find your writings very inspiring and reading them has made me a better person. One thing that you’ve always emphasized to your readers is living an intentional life. Well, it isn’t easy to do, but I’m trying my best.
It looks like you’re at a serious crossroads at this moment in time. I don’t feel I have the right to give you advice. It’s better to leave that to your friends and to those who know you well.
But what I’m going to do is pray that whatever path you take is the right one.
Please accept my best wishes on this special day.
Yours truly,
P.
She Doesn’t Need It Anymore
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 6 July 2018
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Photo Credit: J Hardy Carroll
It was fun night at the Golden Gate Park. A large crowd was enjoying local bands performing old rock music from the 70s.
All of a sudden, shots rang out. Everyone ran for cover.
Emily tried to follow suit but she was unable to. She felt something hit her and she fell to the ground.
When she came to, Emily found herself being comforted by a familiar figure from the past.
“Grandma, is that really you? Where am I?”
“I need to go back and pick up my prosthetic leg.”
“Hon, you’re in heaven now. You don’t need it anymore.”
Death Interrupted
For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 29 June 2018
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Photo Credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Today was his birthday. Dylan never felt so alone. He remembered birthdays past surrounded by his loving family and friends.
He left home to pursue his dream of becoming a country singer. But after all these years, success remained as elusive as ever.
“When are you coming back?” his mother wrote.
“Mama, it won’t be long now.”
As he put the belt around his neck, there was a persistent knocking on the door. It was the elderly lady across the hall, a worried look on her face.
“Please help! My husband fell off his rocking chair and couldn’t get up.”
Sleep Deprived
It’s been said that former President George W. Bush goes to bed at 9 pm. It’s a routine that he has practiced throughout his presidency marked by the invasion of Iraq and skyrocketing national debt among other things.
I’ve been wanting to go follow his lead, but it appears that I’ve got far more to worry about than the former president.
There are just too many distractions that extend my wakefulness at night. Like watching TV. Sometimes I’m forced to watch one bad program after another while waiting for my favorite program like ABC’s Nightline to show up. If it’s not the TV it’s the damn video games. I think Republicans should pass a law limiting video games to minors. Adults, especially those who go to work in the morning, should be banned from playing these games.
Once I hit the sack, though, I don’t have any problem sleeping right away. One exception is when I hear Kath Bloom singing ‘Come Here’ over the radio. That delays sleeping for an hour more. Ah, but who can resist the call of that song:
There’s wind that blows in from the north.
And it says that loving takes this course.
Come here. Come here.
No I’m not impossible to touch I have never wanted you so much.
Come here. Come here.
Have I never laid down by your side.
Baby, let’s forget about this pride.
Come here. Come here.
Well I’m in no hurry. Don’t have to run away this time.
I know that you’re timid.
But it’s gonna be all right this time…
Oh well, hope you get the picture.
On weekdays, I just have 4 to 5 hours sleep and my body feels that’s not enough. But habits die hard. Night in and night out, I find myself getting deeper and deeper into the hole of sleep deprivation.
One of the greatest pleasures is waking up at 4 am and then realizing it’s Saturday. No need to go to work, so you can go back to sleep. Small wonder Saturday is my favorite day of the week.
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