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Friday Fictioneers – A Memory…A Fear…Glad I am Older

Friday Fictioneers is here again.  100 words – full story – based on photo prompt.  Run by Rochelle.

When was growing up, I was fortunate enough to know 5 of my great grandparents, the last one passing when I was about 16.  Mom’s  grandparents (4) were from Kentucky and we would visit them a few times a year.  One of them lived very high up in the mountains, used 2 horses or mules to pull his plow to plant and harvest his small tobacco field.  He would also milk his cow every day.  The story below is not fully true, but did come from some memories and fears combined when I was young.  Enjoy!

Photo provided by PHOTO PROMPT © What’s His Name

Well, Crap

Little Timmy walked the poorly-lit path toward the outhouse of his great grandparents. The weeds were taller than Timmy and he could no longer see the house when he glanced back. He heard the large bumble bees on the weeds. The 25 yard trek seemed to take forever.

Finally arriving, Timmy settled in and prepared to sit over the pitch-colored hole. A noise got his attention and he looked in the dark corner at a five-foot rattlesnake on the floor of the small building. Tommy made it back to the house before realizing his pants were still in the outhouse.

Word Count: 100

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Namaste,

Scott

A Story Worth Telling – What Should You Be Afraid of?

Great Story!  Takes about 6-7 minutes to read and I am still packing in the real thoughts in it.

Whether you agree with the storyteller’s stance or not (I certainly do), it’s something you really should take to heart and sincerely think about.

Target Bathroom

Namaste,

Scott

A Story that becomes more with the Clip following It

I was eating today at one of my favorite restaurants and when leaving stopped to go to the restroom.  I entered the stall and sat.  As I sat there, two men had a conversation by the door/sink.  It went something like this:

1st Man:  Have you ever gone to the restroom at <?>?

2nd Man: No, I haven’t.

1st Man:  Well, they have a handle at the top of the door so you can use that instead of touching the doorknob.

2nd Man:  That’s great!

1st Man:  I thought so too!

I am not laughing; I am holding my head in my hands thinking what a world we have.  Two grown men discussing being able to touch something to keep germs away when, if everyone does it, that handle will have all the germs of the doorknob!  I was speechless.  Probably good as I might have said something bad (since my stroke has turned off that filter at times).

Now, I watched this clip again tonight and it occurs to me why we have such problems as this clip discusses.  You watch and see if you can’t figure it out.  The two men above would never understand.

Deciding

Namaste, my friends, Namaste,

Scott

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