Edwina Justice

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers where the challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less.

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

The train whistled two long blasts, a short one and another long blast indicating it was approaching a highway intersection.

The engineer had experiences on shorter trips. Trips from Chicago to St. Louis carrying hogs, cattle, and sugar beets. On these trips there were no toilets. The men didn’t care if they missed the pot. This engineer had to sometimes wait twelve hours unless there was a stop. Air conditioning was an open window.

Along these trips she got to know hobos and some other “unauthorized passengers.” Often these homeless were surprised to see a black woman as an engineer.

 

Edwina Justus

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RDP Homeless

 

Sunshine Yellow

In response to Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge

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Photo Credit === Danny James

It was a hot early morning in Havana.

“Where can I find a ride to the museum?”  I asked the young man eating a banana.

He was a chatty young fellow.

He pointed to the taxi he called “Sunshine Yellow.”

Wednesday Challenge – Downsizing

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Photo Credit === Danny James

I never really cared about getting coffee at one of these little kiosks. I loved getting starting on road trips with a hot cup of coffee in a nice restaurant but now because of the COVID-19 pandemic I am sometimes forced to use these downsized little huts.

The COVID-19 Civil War

From 1861 until 1865 this country was torn apart on the issue of slavery. The soldiers of the north wore blue and the soldiers of the south wore gray. This civil war sometimes pitted brother against brother. This conflict resulted in over 700,000 deaths; 375,000 of the blues and 325,000 of the grays. Major battles were fought at Shiloh, Antietam, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg and Vicksburg. The leaders of the north included U.S. Grant, George McClellan, and William T. Sherman. The south was led by Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, J.E.B. Stewart and James Longstreet.

Today this country is being ripped apart by another Civil War. The COVID-19 Civil War. The issue this time is not slavery but a virus. The COVID-19 virus. This COVID-19 virus is again dividing families, friends, and neighbors. The armies now are political parties. Today’s battles are being fought in New York City, Miami Florida, Houston Texas, and Los Angeles California.

This division is leading to a dark place. A recent Georgetown University poll asked how close the country is to the “edge of civil war”—with 0 being not close at all and 100 being at the edge. Americans say we’re at 67.23. So, two-thirds of the way to internecine bloodshed. We are starting to see this with the recent clashes in Portland Oregon and Seattle Washington. In late September Trump tweeted a quote from a pastor warning that if he’s removed from office it will cause “a Civil War like fracture in this Nation from which our Country will never heal.” Is this what the American public wants?

The Union armies of the north were originally led by George McClellan. Lincoln famously said of him that he “had a case of the slows”, because of his reluctance to engage the enemy in battle. Today we have a leader who is reluctance to even recognize the enemy. He has his own case of the “slows.” He declared he was a “War Time President,” but at the first sign of defeat he left the battlefield. To him the virus was a sinister plot developed by the Democrats to prevent him from being elected. Then he misleads the nation by claiming that it would magically disappear. This has resulted in a disastrous health crisis that has tragically led to the unnecessary deaths that could have been prevented had he acted earlier.

In the Civil War the battle of Manassas (First Bull Run) the Union was so sure of victory that families brought picnic lunches to watch the battle. At the beginning of the COVID-19 crisis citizens were so certain that COVID-19 was “just like the flu” that they continued to go to work and socialize as always.

Again, people are being ripped into angry communities by the simple request to wear a mask.

The toll so far this time is reaching 150,000. The Covid-19 pandemic that is fueling America’s COVID19 civil war already has felled more Americans than the Vietnam War (58,200), the First World War (53,402), the Korean War (36,574), the 2003 Iraq conflict (4,431) and the Afghanistan misadventure, the longest armed conflict in American history (2,445).

The US Civil War soldiers had rather crude weapons like muskets, which had to be refilled frequently, and bayonets. The COVID-19 Civil War is anything but crude: indifference, bitterness, grievance and old-fashioned hate.

The Civil War effectively ended  on April 9, 1865, when Confederate General Robert E. Lee surrender to Union General Ulysses S. Grant at the Battle of Appomattox Court House

When will this war end? After how many deaths? After how many PREVENTABLE deaths? How long will reconstruction last? Will this country ever return to its greatness or will we allow this president to run this country into the ground to the point we can never recover.

This president clearly is willing — eager, even as he seems ready to do anything to stay in power — to fan the flames of this growing divide.

 

RDP Friday — Project

Submitted to RDP Friday — Project

I could never do this kind of project. I do know people who thrive on this type of challenge. I think I would make some pieces fit even if they were not the correct ones!

 

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Photo credit === Danny James

Sometimes life can be a struggle

It could be world peace, climate change, racial inequality

I’ve developed my own ideology

For me it would be a puzzle

 

Lend Me Your Ear

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers

Write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end using 100 words or less. My story begins after the photo below.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It was a warm and, thanks to the blooming bougainvillea’s, a pleasingly fragrant night in Arles France. He saw Paul sitting at their favorite table drinking his glass of absinthe. Paul’s wife was, of course, not there.

He approached the table. He was holding the bloody blade. He appeared to be in a trance. He pressed a towel to his head to staunch the gushing blood. Taking the red soaked towel from his head he turned this head toward Paul.

“What have you done?” asked Paul.

“I gave it to her as a keepsake.”

“I mean really Vincent, your ear?”

Weekly Writing Prompt #166 — Hinterland

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The night deepened. They were closing in on him. He could hear the hounds wailing just beyond the trees in the distance. The cacophony of the tracking dogs and horses trampling through the woods was putting him into a sheer state of panic. He was unable to rest or stop. His terror was growing by the minute. Planning for his escape had consumed his thoughts the last five years of his imprisonment. His immediate mission was to vanish into the vast Hinderlands of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #165 – Cavalier

Weekend Writing Prompt #165 — Cavalier

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“It is just like the flu. Believe me nothing is going to happen to you. Just a few of my friends will be there.  One day we will look back on this and laugh.  Everyone is healthy; everyone is just fine. Put that ugly mask away my faithful friend. Whatever happened to your devil may care attitude?”

I was offended by his cavalier attitude.