Monday WRites 249

[Another June Jumble - 'Yellow Center of Today': Plumeria, Dessert Rose, Pinwheel Jasmine all from my garden today]

Welcome June and here in Trinidad and Tobago, The Wet Season.
You've heard about the Monday Blues well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or
eg the rite of afternoon tea). Welcome to Monday WRites #249: A Happy Monday to all ❧✿❧

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Blog hopping today with

Mosaic Monday
#83: Emerging (Part 2)


AND



Prosery Monday: Different Directions
Asked to write using a line from
'An Aspect of Love, Alive in the Ice and Fire' By Gwendolyn Brooks
a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line.
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.

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CORONA'S BOX
It was time for the opening. They emptied the contents of crowned shaped dust all over the surface of planet earth.

Mornings became quiet now except for the whistling and chirping birds letting all and sundry know that the new day had merged from night to dawn to morning. This was The New Eerie Time.

The Lords Obedient all proclaimed throughout the planet: there will be no church going, no beach going, no school going, no hugging, no assembling, no kissing, no partying. This is the Era of The New Lord No.

He he he He he he; a sinister low laughter was heard by some.

"Close the restuarants! Close the barbers and hairdressers! Yes you can wear face masks!" "Yes meh Lord they answered" And so we go in different directions down the imperturbable street. But flowers still bloomed in earth's soil.
© gillena cox 2020


REVISIT
8 June 2015

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