Future Times

Don’t be a ninny! Just turn the key, dang it! Hurry up, there’s no one around right now but we still need to hurry!

Joe fumbled it so Jack grabbed the key and the door creaked open. It wasn’t the first time the boys had sneaked in where they weren’t supposed to be. It was kismet that Jack had seen the mysterious old key just laying there on the professor’s desk.

The lecture that day had been about library volumes revealing secret messages from the days of the CoronaVirus pandemic. Apparently they were confiscated when technology failed and people had to write handwritten notes. The world was turned on its head and everything reverted to times before the first world wars on earth.

The boys were curious because in current times, there was no handwriting, no actual technology with computers or phones. If you wanted to communicate you only had to think of the person and were automatically tuned in to them. College classes were usually silent but the professors knew if you were listening. Professor Jones had the only key to these hidden treasures and now Joe and Jack would see them too, a fantasy come true.

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MLMM Sunday Writing Prompt 3-29-20

Dear Diary,

Mom told us to go up to the strawberry patch and she would let us help her make some jam. Jo and I love walking up there. We always want to fill the pail but fill our mouths too! Jo ate a stink bug! I laughed too much and spit out berries. It’s a trick not looking close at the strawberry so you might end up eating a bug!

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Sunday Whirl – 3-29-20

He felt trapped in the city and wanted this land of back country. The outing was supposed to be a last attempt to revel in fresh air and not hear the chatter of the naysayers. People were now armed in their homes, with a stash of food large enough to feed a family for weeks!

This is what a wreck it had become in just a matter of days. He saw people earlier, scurrying in the streets like rats in a maze, desperate to find supplies they thought they might need. No hand to help the weak, just a scramble to be safe, all the while politicians crawled back under their rocks, enjoying the best of everything their lives had to offer.

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Terrible Poetry Contest 3-28-20 – Mud Season

The dirt road freezes then it thaws

Ruts form in melting causing “awes”

From drivers going way too fast

Veering all ways from first to last

Tires getting stuck in grooves

Cars making unwanted moves

The trip was never meant to be

A closeup visit with a tree.

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Protest

I don’t know but I’ve been told

A belligerent prez is getting old

Even staff are more discontented

Errant opinions being vetted

The old saying “what goes around”

Heard as a new Whitehouse sound

Is the virus starting to wear, and

What will it take to get him to care?

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