Slightly autobiographical, as I’ve done both retail and repacking. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to fix people. Fortunately, we can choose not to.
Self-care, or self-harm, or both — how do you drink the paradox cocktail?
Yet another foray into the Daily Prompt world.
Do you know how tough flame retardant is? It may look pretty when a DC-10 drops a load, but it’s a nasty pink color once it’s landed on something. It also stains big time.
Needless to say I don’t like the color pink, and yet…
California is burning again, crippling areas near my hometown. The stress and worry has left me very weary. Distractions abound, but they are more welcome than usual, so when I stumbled upon the Daily Prompt, I said, “What the hell.”
Here is where hell led me.
The dust had settled long ago on the main street when she begins to crawl. Ma would be ashamed to see the grit and drool on her lips and chin, but Ma lies dead next to her, and it is an effort to crawl, such an effort. She doesn’t want to crawl, but she can hear the robbers preparing to leave, and she doesn’t want them to see the gun.
“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.” — H.P. Lovecraft
Let’s talk about islands.
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