Secret Keeper #128 – Guns

She sadly put away the books, her work was finished. The loss of students meant she was moved into another location, a different school. She knew this was not the answer but administrative members were actually at a loss as to how to solve this problem.

Another school shooting that week, more innocent children murdered. In her observation as a teacher for twenty years she thought she could change things. She tried working after school, holding open sessions of discussion with the students and just being there if they needed. Previous traditional routines were not the answer. It had to come from the students, ultimately their parents, to break the link between teaching children about guns and actually having access to them. The “turn off the news” and taming of this growing problem is definitely not working.

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“Households that have many guns, not ancient ancestral “treasures”, or the “necessary” hunting rifles, or the “protection from intruder” types, will always be perceived as necessary by people in the US, but the semi automatic weapons should be housed and used only by the military. I may be alone in this, but any gun does not seem to me to be necessary in any form, in a home.

The latest shooting report said that the students “friends” heard him say what he was going to do, saw the guns he housed to do it, and did nothing. How to end these tendencies, these acts of violence, is apparently a mystery to all of us. All the officials’ thoughts and prayers of the world will not end this. What will? Being a grandmother, I am fearful for the school age children. How can teachers be held responsible when the parents ignore or even promote a cache of guns in their home? I have no answers.”

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“Check out your elected officials and next time you have the opportunity to check the box, think about yesterday, or the many other victims, and the results.”

Weekly Writing Challenge #128

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Daily Prompts: Suspicious, Costume

Mondays the gentlemen walked the street

Only an overcoat and bare feet

He’s very suspicious he heard them say

He ignored them and went on his way

It was his only costume, it was laundry day.

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MLMM Photo Challenge 201

He stared with horror as they flew out in the wind. Maybe it’s just a symbol. All that professed love, blowing away, lost. He thought he should never have used this old briefcase to carry the treasured love letters.

As he hurried to leave his home, marriage, and thought to be forever love, the handle broke off and the case opened. He stopped for a moment and just watched as the entire contents disappeared. He tried, but his legs wouldn’t move to run and retrieve them. His body and mind knew better than his heart. The heart was broken, now it would start to heal.

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MLMM Wordle #186

Wednesday, I suppose I should not utter any profanity, or words such as, not distinct, middle of the road, but I have no compunction in doing so. I have the urge on this day for a different twist on what some people refer to as “it’s almost over”, as if the days before were an unfortunate experience. Try as they might they are transfixed, and only wish to be a visitor in some other place, another world possibly, where days of the week are a wabi-sabi experience. I smirk, envisioning their faces as an updraft transports them to another dimension. Being an octagonal world, they now have eight times the timespan of an earth week. They should have processed how to exist here on earth, in the everyday, not always wishing for Wednesday to pass.

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Daily Prompt: Conjure

I’ll stir it a bit, my lovely brew

It’s the only way I can be with you

I’ll write a poem, maybe a story

About you and me, it will feature glory

Love that’s boundless if it could

Never mind the “if we should”

It’s there, it’s real, it’s here to last

Never worry about our pasts

I’ll write about it, stir the pot

Hoping you will forget me not.

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