This was written for Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week’s challenge is to write to a prompt in exactly 99 words. This week’s prompt is to write about storm windows. I did not take it literally, which is unusual for me.
Stormy Windows
My windows fogged up as she talked. An illness, a preexisting condition cost them their home. A burden on family and friends, they were left to the streets.
Child protective services took their children. They couldn’t know how they were fairing in the system. It had to be better than the streets, right? Right?
She prayed for God to bless me for the dollar I gave her. It was the least I could do but more generous than most.
At my warm, cozy home, rain fell from the windows to my soul as I wished I could do more.
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Such a sad story, and yet courageous, too. Most people would not take the time to hear of tragedy outside their own security, preferring to deny or blame others in that predicament. Instead, your flash gives voice to both the voiceless and those willing to be witness.
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True. We don’t like to leave our bubbles. It’s much easier to hand over a quarter or just walk by. Thank you, Charli.
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Wow, this is very good. I feel really sad.
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Thank you. I love the “wows.” It is a sad real-life situation for far too many.
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