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The World That Was   3 comments

This post is submitted to the FFfAW challenge.

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Akshata Ram.

The sound of distant thunder could be heard on the deserted powdery playground.

Snow prints littered the scene.

In the early light of day everything was deadly silent. Deadly was indeed the proper word to describe what happened. Deadly because the technology of that world went spinning out of control and now nothing remains.

One could imagine the fun the children had running without a childly care of what tomorrow would bring. The parents sitting on park benches watching with parental pride the little ones who one day would rule the world.

But that was yesterday. That world does not exist.

Footprints are all that remain of that world.

After all, it was just an experiment.

The next one we create will be a better place to inhabit. Let’s rethink that evolution thing again.

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Julio   7 comments

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“Good Morning, Julio” I said, placing a new pot of flowers along the others. Julio loved his flowers. Almost as much as he used to love to fight the nasty bulls.

Julio nodded his head in acknowledgement. Julio spends his days outdoors now. A least the sunny ones. His mother Juniata moves him inside when it rains.

“Gracias caballeros,” said a female voice from inside.

“It’s very nice that his mother takes care of him,” said Ed. “She never thought he son would ever be in this condition. So sad, don’t you think?”

Every week we bring new flowers to Julio on our way to the market.

“He looks bright this moment, doesn’t he?” said Ed. “Almost like the old days.”

“Yes, he was a grand el torero. He killed the bulls with style. The ladies liked him.” I replied.

“He was a grand looking boy,” said Ed. “Before the last bull gored him.”

“How old do you think he is?”

“Eighteen or nineteen.”

“Seems a shame.”

I think we will find some fresh fruit at the market this morning. The bull fights start at four this afternoon. There is this new boy I want to see. They say he fights the bulls with much style.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cell Phone Trouble   12 comments

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According to the dashboard clock on his car it was 7:09 p.m. when he entered the motel parking lot. He had driven over 400 miles today and he was weary. Even the sunset looked dull to his tired eyes.

Their marriage had been deteriorating for the last year so it didn’t surprise him when she ordered him to leave their home early this morning.

He took out his cell phone. No new calls or messages. He realized that he did not know if that was bad or good. He knew one thing. She had expressed her anger by flinging his phone across the room where it hit with a dull thunk against the kitchen cabinet.

The phone had caused his troubles. He had left it home when he went for his morning walk. Upon returning his wife informed him he had a message, which she had overheard, from Pauline, describing in detail their last time in bed.

First Love   8 comments

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First Love

“Why did he let us go all at once. It would seem to be more effective to drag the process out don’t you think? I mean he has practiced this before without her. Or am I being premature in my judgement.” “Well she also had a hand in this decision  you know,” said Richard. “But I mean consider all the odds of being the successful one. About one in 20 million I’ve read. I mean swim, swim, swim and even if you get there first it doesn’t mean that you will be the “lucky” one.” “Well Harry, you know what they say. First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.”

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