Thank You

I guess I need to clear things up a bit. I’ve been getting empathetic comments on my last Word Craft Poetry post. I wrote it truthfully but not about myself. It was written to my oldest son who is going through cancer treatment at the moment. Since my husband and I have had three different cancers and his ending in short duration with death, our children are all susceptible.

I know he would appreciate the well wishes and he’s doing okay so far. Thank you all for your concern. I really appreciate all of you as friends here at WP.🥰

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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge – Deadly Silence

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Joe was worried as he thumbed through the latest email requests from his boss. He had only been on the job a couple of weeks and it seemed the initial job description was out the window. A new task was added almost every day and he was sure he wouldn’t be able to handle it all.

Julie was engrossed in her computer screen, deciding which new dress she would purchase. With Joe’s new job she was excited to be able to shop freely again. Now which one should she choose? Being pregnant with their second child, she took quite a while trying to find a good fit, but wanted it to be pretty, too.

Joe never looked into Julie’s screen, because if and when he did, all he could envision was dollar signs, loads of them!

Julie was oblivious to Joe’s consternation as he was reading emails. He seemed constantly attached to his phone lately,

There’s no happy ending for this family until they put their devices down, turn them off and actually speak and listen to each other.

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The Sunday Whirl

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The crow was sitting on the old barbecue shelf, beating his wings every now and then, uttering a growl of disapproval as he paced back and forth watching me. I always thought him a friend but today he was just prowling and watching.

I have always been open about the fact I am not a gardener, certainly not the star variety where they brag about their latest hybrid tree or flower. Not at all, I just dabble in it, a slip shot method of planting a few seeds beneath tired soil that is probably thinking, “here she goes again” and accepts the folly of my efforts. Placing them carefully with absolutely no knowledge, but hoping against all odds, I’ll soon see a sprout.

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