The Bag Lady

If you’ve been asleep, stayed in place, and never went into the eerie field of Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, you probably have missed the vox populi. Unfortunately you can stumble into a world of blame that does not fade into the woodwork. A blood orange meteor that mocks harmony has caused a deepening void in the world.

“We must acknowledge and accept this object from the great beyond” is some persons current motto, but this is no foreign visitor. Instead, it is an ingrained thought in every human. The fight should be to reject these inner demons and act with compassion and love.

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The chorus words of this song really hit home today:

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We’ve still got time
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice
You’ll make it now

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The president’s face appears relentlessly on every website, news program, comedy show, speech, even invading our email. With all of this coverage you get a glimpse here and there of his personality, never hidden by trying to be humble, respectful, or even intelligent. There is not even a quick glimpse of what a real leader should and could be.

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“Hey, sweetie! Wait up! You know I didn’t mean it! Hey, stop, are you just gonna keep walking? I swear I didn’t mean it, come on now. Georgia? Georgia? Okay, I did say it. But I’m sorry I told you that way. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just, you know, it just popped out! I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”

Georgia stopped, hearing the last sentence.

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Peaceful hopes dwindle

Starting with ripple of hate

Consequence lingers

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I think you are probably tired of movies by now, especially the repeats of popular ones and my thinking is, take a trip into the oldies. Today I offer a dip into the 50’s with Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn’s “Desk Set”. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed but my usual caveat applies😉.

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It was her turn to climb the ladder.

Was her turn to seek the mysteries above.

Her turn to be brave.

Turn around, do not go up, her inner voice screamed.

To see the mysteries was the others’ quest, but not a turn she chose.

She quickly turned and ran from the cave.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – July 5 2020

Drifting in and out, Mary tried to wake fully, but the pull of the nightmare would not stop. Drawing her into a fitful night of rest, she longed for the morning light to save her.

The whole thing was a mistake, but realized too late. Only sixteen, she was encouraged to join in her friends’ escapades, and visiting a fortune teller was the latest adventure. Three teenagers entered the intriguing antique shop and were invited to the back room where “secret happenings” of their future would be revealed to them. It was all a lark and the three sat around a shawl draped table with a crystal ball in the center. When settled, in floated the fortune teller, outfitted exactly as the girls expected, and when she sat down, the room darkened and the crystal glowed.

The smiles ceased and nervous giggles took their place. The heavily darkened eyes of the psychic looked from girl to girl and then to the ball. Reaching around it with her hands, the glow increased. Each girl was unable to take their eyes off the globe and the old woman began to sway and moan. Mary started to rise and leave and suddenly a force pulled her back down on her seat. She gasped as the dower teller stared at her.

The fortunes told were dark and foreboding of danger and death of loved ones. When one of the girls started to cry uncontrollably, the teller stopped. The event abruptly ended as the crystal globe went dark and the room lightened. The medium disappeared and the shop ward rushed in to escort them out. The girls seemed dazed as they found themselves on the street wondering what had actually occurred. None of them could remember what took place inside the shop. They decided they had enough excitement for the day and went to their homes.

It all seemed a tawdry experience they tried to laugh off at their next meeting, but each young woman refused to share the nightmares they had every night since that day.

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“Inhale, now hold your breath” the instructor shouted. She barely heard him under the deep water and panic started to creep in. She wanted to flee the pool room and then stopped. A feeling of dread like a cloud hovered over her mind. If she didn’t complete the course she would see her father’s dream of the ocean vacation crash. He had saved for years for a dream of diving in the Great Barrier Reef.

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