Thoughts on Growing Old (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Thoughts on Growing Old (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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Photo Credit: C.E.Ayr

She had forgotten it was her birthday. It was early morning; not much sleep the night before but her internal alarm clock was set for the hour and not the on her need for sleep. She opened her iPad as she did every morning; a bad habit from a productivity point-of-view but one that she had yet to break. That is when she realized it was her birthday; the notifications popping up from Facebook. Someone had written on her timeline.

Nothing seemed different from yesterday.

Birthdays are for reflecting your life so far, she thought to herself.

Humm….

She had a good life, if not the life she imagined 40 years ago. She had all the things that anyone could want. She was living the American Dream.

Except…

There are dreams yet to be realized.

I am not that old, she thought. I still have time. I’ll create a bucket list and start checking off all the things I want to do….

Before it is too late.

She sipped her hot coffee and listened to the crows cawing in the woods behind her house.

Life was good.

She would start on the bucket list tomorrow.

 

I am not sure there is much connection with the photo, except that we all have our personal battles to be fought, if only in our minds.

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to C.E. Ayr for providing this week’s challenging photo.

 

The Unimaginable (Friday Fictioneers)

The Unimaginable (Friday Fictioneers)

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Photo Credit: J. Hardy Carroll

My view of the world changed April 19, 1995.

“There’s smoke coming from downtown”, someone yelled.  

A plume of black smoke billowed on the horizon. Rumors flew: a gas leak caused an explosion at the YMCA. Something explainable. Something I could wrap my mind around. We made stupid jokes, not knowing better. We hoped everyone was all right.

Moments later we learned a different truth. 

The truck bomb that exploded in downtown Oklahoma City obliterated the entire front of the building, causing major damage for 16-blocks. 168 deaths, including 19 children.

 I had no basis for imagining such horror. 

Not exactly fiction, this is a snippet from a larger piece I wrote about the Oklahoma City Bombing. My husband and his best friend were  fire fighters who worked the bombing. Neither were unscathed by the experience. 

Friday Fictioneer’s is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and J. Hardy Carroll for this week’s prompt.