The Bag Lady

Where were you on 9/11? I remember it well. I was in an apartment in downtown Houston, close to the Galleria. My husband and I were getting ready to take our Shih Tzu to a vet appointment. We had the news on the tv while dressing and then the bulletin. We were incredulous but immediately thought terrorism, not an accident or pilot error. Even today twenty years later I cannot watch the videos of it. I still hear the bodies landing on pavement behind reporters’ cameras. I will not look at the memorial site. If I watch a movie that shows the NYC skyline before this tragedy I fast forward. I still can’t deal with it.

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https://lindaghill.com/2021/09/10/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-11-2021/#like-15680

The box provided a sturdy ship as long as it remained on dry land. Any pirate has to wear the tricornered hat and an eyepatch fulfills the image. Even these accoutrements supplied by friends did not assuage his feelings. He made a rolled up brown paper scope to better his vision. Tristan would search the area every day, from now on, sitting here waiting for his mom to show herself on the horizon. A tear would come he tried to ignore, because he was a pirate, of course.

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2021/09/10/first-line-friday-september-10-2021/#like-22650

Crossing mirrored roads

A choice of new reflections

Starting future’s path

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https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/09/09/the-captain-pack/#like-2856

Putting My Feet in the Dirt September Prompts

He had gizmos a plenty

Needing nothing or any

People or friends

Thought he’d be fine till life ends

That’s what he thought as he played with the dials

That’s what he thought till he noticed her smile

All of a sudden things mattered not

Finally he knew of what others’ talked

Seeing her smile, knew he was caught

Turned off his keyboards, his cords and his screens

Went to the girl, found out what life means.

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http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2018/09/01/september-writing-prompts-2/

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https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/10/fandangos-flashback-friday-september-10th/#like-61502

My daughter (my other mom)😄 wants me to get a shingles vaccine shot. My dad suffered with shingles so I know it’s not something I want! I was checking it out only to discover they are not covered by Medicare, at least mine. I no longer have the added $196 monthly cost for prescription meds through M and even then, most pharmacies tell me Medicare doesn’t cover this shot. Since I had chickenpox as a child I may get this horrid malady and I don’t want to take any chances. My second main health issues deal with nerve pain so I am susceptible🥴. How is the average person supposed to come up with the minimum fee I researched which was $185?

Maybe I’ll write Medicare and ask them. Nah, I remember asking them to cover my urostomy appliances and they replied “they are not essential items”. Oh yeah? So a person who has their bladder removed because of cancer has to go around uncovered and leaking all over the place? Bandaids don’t work, honey 🤯.

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https://rugby843.blog

Gamer resume incomplete

I hate to admit defeat

A ping-pong contest I lost

And a bet that came at high cost

I should play contemporary games

Incognito online keeps my fame.

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https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/09/09/rdp-thursday-ping-pong/#like-11708

https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/09/fowc-with-fandango-contemporary/#like-61569

Check out this video on YouTube:

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https://rugby843.blog

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My hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine, and a lump came to my throat when I realized what I had done. I stood looking for a minute, unsure of what to do. Then I leaned over for a better look. There was life left, moaning heard, and his hand started twitching. I knelt down and words started tumbling out of me, apologizing, repeating “I’m sorry”. The old man opened his eyes and tried to speak, put his hand on my arm and just smiled. Smiled? Incredulous–I thought he must be so shocked he doesn’t know I had just run him over with my car.

My car, where the front seat held an empty bottle of champagne lifted from my bachelor party. My car that I drove so stupidly, carelessly that I hit an old man crossing the street. My car, driven by a thoughtless drunk that is now sobering up quickly.

His hand stopped twitching, dropped by his side, the smile faded and his eyes fluttered one last time. I couldn’t help him. I started crying, silently, watching the life disappear from his body.

The entire happening had been observed by a woman at a window. Even the approaching sirens and lights didn’t faze me. I think I’ll never stop crying.

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https://fivedotoh.com/2021/09/07/fandangos-story-starter-10/#like-61499

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“The trees are mad silhouettes against the rouge pink sky; perhaps they too need emptying.” – A pocketful of maybes.

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Burned blackened tree limbs reach up for relief

Scorched grounds surround them

No nourishment for recovery

They beseech the red threat to stop its callousness

While overhead pink skies quietly mourn earth’s loss.

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https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/07/poetics-dungeons-and-derivatives/#like-22651