99 words exactly – Prompt – “White Flowers”
During a season that is supposed to be about the joy of life,
giving and goodwill to Man, we should also take a moment to reflect on those
who have lost, are lost, and will continue to lose in the future.
Paisano
Hovering over Pauper Grave #242, uninhibited tears fell onto
the single white Chrysanthemum Jack clutched in his hand. Six inches of snow had found its way into the
cast off Bean boots someone threw at him from a Lexus. He did not even notice.
It was six Christmas Eve’s ago he had identified the body of
his hard times friend. Closing his
eyes, Jack could still see Rodney’s gap toothed grin after they had constructed
their last blue tarp cardboard palace together.
Jack tossed the Chrysanthemum on the grave and watched it
disappear into the fresh snow.
“R.I.P. Rodney”.
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Maybe it was my recent re-read of Steinbeck’s “Tortilla Flat”. Or maybe it was today’s NPR piece on the
Homeless Vigil held in Portland, Maine around Christmas every year. Toss in some white flowers and there you have
it, something to write about.
Whatever reason ya’ll have for celebrating, please enjoy it,
savor it, and carry it as far into 2018 as you can.
Ho …………………………………………….
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Cross posted at Lostin the BoZone
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