This blogger makes some valid points about how we judge people. Her description of her parents brought back memories of mine.
It’s not just some white Americans who are phobic and/or racist. Much of the world feels the same way about “their own.” It’s easy to fall into complacency, of sorts, or put on blinders, when confronted with people not like ourselves. Many years ago, while in the Peace Corps, I stopped by a remote stream in Sierra Leone way out in the bush, a perfect stop to wash the dirt off my face, and when I got down there it turned out there was a group of kids playing in the water. When they looked up and saw me, they all threw their arms over their heads and ran SCREAMING into the bush. They had never seen a white person. Later I was told they thought I was “Mommy Water,” the albino witch who lives in streams and rivers, and would come to drown them.
Some of us get afraid.
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I wrote the following story for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, a weekly writing challenge designed for both the flash fiction newbie and the more experienced writer. Interestingly, I recently came across the same picture and had saved it for future use as a story prompt. Thank you, Roger Shipp, for the push. It’s a good way for me to get back in the game here.
Wynn paused before opening the door to the old cabin. He wasn’t sure he could do this. He had agreed to start renting the cabin to vacationers and that meant cleaning it up and getting it ready. But now he wondered if he had made the right choice.
Guin had been the love of his life. As he stood at the door memories flooded his mind of warm summer nights, winter weekends by a cozy fire, her bubbly laughter, and the silky feel of her skin under his hands when they made love.
But cancer had taken Guin’s life four months ago. At her request, she had spent her last days here. Could he let go and trust others in their special place?
Wynn suddenly smelled lilacs, but there were no lilacs anywhere near.
He jumped when he felt a caress on his cheek. Then he heard Guin’s voice.
Go ahead, my hero. I am always with you. Let others find special moments like ours.
Feeling lighter, Wynn grabbed his tools and cleaning supplies and opened the door.
The book really is wonderful and fun. I can’t even write a blog post on my smartphone or tablet. Too used to using a computer.
After my unexpectedtime in The Sunat the weekend, the article that I did know about comes out tomorrow in the North Devon Gazette and I can preview it for you now, as I took a screenshot of the piece from their website.
I think it only fair to add that I did not say I was “enamoured with the social elements” at any point; I think I said that I liked the Android operating system.
I’m still not sure what the fascination is with me using my phone for everything(I was told by Linda G Hill that 50 Shades of Grey was written on a BlackBerry, so I’m hardly unique) but I’ll take all the publicity I can get, thank you very much.
Speaking of which;
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IT’S REALLY, REALLY GOOD, HONEST.
Ok, how a couple of nice easy links?
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The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about the approaching end of 2016 is “Thank God, it’s finally over!” Logic tells me, though, not to get too hasty because in reality it is nothing more than the tick of a few seconds into a new year, nothing more.
This has been a rough year for the world due to the terrorist attacks in Beirut, Lebanon, Paris, and other cities. In the US, we’ve been repeatedly shaken by the violence by and against police officers, in addition to mass shootings.
The US and the world has witnessed a historical election year, one that may well have set back our small advances in racial relations. I didn’t vote for Trump, but I voted and that’s what matters. I pray every day that Trump proves to be a better president than I expect.
We’ve also experienced an extraordinary year of celebrity deaths, many of them too young. The most recent deaths of Carrie Fisher and her mother, Debbie Reynolds, only a day apart has been the most impactful for me. True, it’s a fact of life that the older you get, the more you witness death among those familiar to you, but it will take a while to absorb the fact that these two lovely, talented women are gone.
On a personal level, we said goodbye to a nephew, a soldier who was one of the estimated 22 who take their lives every day. But that sad farewell was leavened by the fact that it woke up his father to not take anyone, any day, for granted and the relationship with his remaining children has improved.
On the plus side, we welcomed three new little girls into the family and it was just announced that a fourth will be arriving in July of 2017. Her parents are over the moon as up to this point all their married children had only borne boys.
On a final note, there is much to look forward to in 2017 and I will definitely have hurdles to make in several areas, but I’m working on it. For now, as the waning hours of 2016 pass, I’m just going to keep rolling on.
This was written as part of #SOCS