Lights and a siren again, as the fire engine pulled into the complex parking lot. It always arrived first in any crisis. The ambulance followed and the first responders jumped out. They had stopped the screeching fire alarm upon entry as old residents in pajamas filed out onto the street. Such an ongoing occurrence means no panic set in. This time the fire alarm had been triggered by frozen water pipes—I don’t understand the correlation, but I’m no plumber. Since the opening of this complex people including staff come and go. Acquaintances are brief.
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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for February 22, 2024
The Bag Lady 
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