Porthole

2 July 2019

2 July 2019

I'm stealing from 30DBC: Write about something mysterious. Is the mystery ongoing, or has it been resolved?

I lose things. Like my charger for my camera. Been 3 months maybe. I'll find it when I clean. Maybe. There is no rhyme or reason to finding things.

Even with my writing! I come across a piece I wrote years ago and don't remember it at all. At least my journal, all 5,000+ pages is handwritten. I know my own handwriting.

Who knows what I'll find when I de-clutter someday.

At home my life is mundane.

I travel to Costa Rica often. Recent strikes are making it difficult for everyone. Truckers are blocking highways over the new VAT tax system. Used around the World but not in the good old USA... Ticos love to complain and striking is how they do it. Students are stiking over false news instigated by the Conservative Christian Right. They are ignorant and anti-LGBTQ. But strike! Beat up on cars. Drink the kool-aid. "Strikes in Costa Rica" 

My rant in Spanish about the strikes. In my scathing opinion, Costa Rica is NOT "Pura Vida":
"Las huelgas... y el viajero..." 

My daily flash fiction. Over 50 of these and I still don't know what I'm doing.

Nancy cast the fly towards the eddy behind the rock.

At work she talked about weather, rehearsing her lines and hoping that this time she'd get the forecast right. Life for a meteorologist wasn't leprechauns and rainbows. She grimaced. July... had better be Summer. It had snowed in June, hailed twice. She'd caught hell both times.

...continued...

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Before twilight [128] (297w)  (18+) Flash fiction under 300 words. Prompt: leaves, stone, rainbow #2194727 by Kåre เลียม Enga

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