We met at the bottom of the crater and began to hug each other and dance.
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A Sub-Saharan Spirit Rave
Prompted By Daydreaming
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We met at the bottom of the crater and began to hug each other and dance.
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Day Dreamer
Prompted By Daydreaming
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(Note; this was first written for the prompt BOREDOM on July 27, 2019. I have made a few, minor changes). I get lost in my thoughts, day dream, or fantasize; no time to be bored. My mind wanders back to a happy time that I want to re-live and cement in my memory. I will…
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In the Night When There’s Nobody There
Prompted By Daydreaming
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Is it daydreaming if it's dark out?
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Lost in the Weeds
Prompted By Daydreaming
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Little songs would run on endless loops as I concentrated. It was a sort of fuzzy daydream state, where only vague thoughts of work or the future hovered at the periphery, kept at bay by my mantra of the day. “Doing the garden, pulling the weeks, who could ask for more?”
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George Orwell’s 1984 begins with the clock striking 13
Prompted By Daydreaming
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My sympathy for women and gays began with my birth. My mother, Rose, was disappointed that she birthed a male child—as documented by my birth certificate. My first photograph showed me as a three-year-old child in the driveway dressed in a skirt.. Rose used terms of endearment that had a feminine flavor. Etymologically, the “ie”…
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The Cafe
Prompted By Imagined Lives
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The Cafe Recently at a neighborhood cafe I saw an attractive older couple deep in conversation, their hands touching on the table. (See West Side Story) Both wore wedding rings, but their body language told me they weren’t married to each other. I’ll never know their backstory so I imaged this one for them.…
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He’s Got His Number
Prompted By Imagined Lives
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We were recently on a deluxe cruise around Italy and Croatia with some well-heeled travelers on a beautiful ship, 600 passengers in all. We certainly didn’t meet most of them, so could make up stories about the lives of people we only saw in passing. Several evenings we had to wear formal attire. On almost…
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Eliza, Maybe
Prompted By Imagined Lives
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Two years ago, my grandniece Eliza Judy was born. I haven’t met her yet, but the postings show a smiling and adorable little girl, hugging her stuffed animals, running with toddler steps, dressed in a cute Halloween costume, laughing when parents or grandparents interact with her. She is healthy, well-off and well-loved, bright and radiating hope for the future.
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When prejudice is so ordinary, it is unexpected
Prompted By Prejudice
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Cincinnati
Prompted By Prejudice
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Cincinnati The great African American baseball legend Jackie Robinson was subject to unimaginable prejudice. Teams would bring up their Southern minor leaguers to taunt and insult him. One day during a game in Cincinnati, a border town to the former slave state of Kentucky, Robinson’s Dodger teammate, Louisville native Pee Wee Reese walked over to…
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