Damp

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She left her home
Boarded the final bus
She couldn’t look back
Her eyes … wet.

She settled in a small town
Took a job in a diner
She worked two shifts
Her life … sweaty.

She signed up for school
She needed better prospects
She struggled to juggle
Her nights … teary.

She graduated
She married
She settled down some.

She moved
She had kids
She wanted for nothing.

She volunteered at church
She bookclubbed with the ladies
She longed for her old country
Her heart … clammy.

He started working later
They left for college
She felt her home had left her
Her pillow … damp.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ DAMP

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Migration

I came across this simple but poignant poem while on a train in London.

The search for better circumstances has long been a motivation for the paths and choices of living things. Even when those choices weren’t really choices but instincts for survival.

Migration is indeed today’s word. As it was yesterday’s. As it will be tomorrow’s.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ MIGRATION

Slapdash

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Seriously, child, thereโ€™s three days left!
Let me rephrase thatโ€ฆ
Actually thereโ€™s two.
Perhaps itโ€™s really time
Dad and I took over?
Assist in your packing?
Stuff your things in your bags?
HELP! Did you order any boxes?

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ SLAPDASH

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Rogue Rider ~ Act of Kindness #31

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If you were a cab driver, and you discovered that your last passenger had left his mobile phone in your back seat, what would you do?

This particular driver drove back to the condo where he’d dropped his passenger off, intending to return the phone. What happened next? The passenger beat him up.

Yes, that’s exactly what happened. According to a news report, the driver managed to locate the passenger at the condo BUT the passenger concluded that the driver had stolen his phone and attacked him. Eye witnesses said the driver hurt his wrist and was forced to drive off with his doors still open, to escape the passenger’s wrath. The condo security guards did nothing to intervene, despite other residents asking them to do so.

In the end, the police were called. In court, the passenger was defended as being overstressed by work and having been drinking. He has since been charged with causing hurt and assaulting a public servant, and will spend four weeks in jail.

I am saddened on so many levels.

I keep thinking: How could the driver have stolen the phone? If he had, why would he then return to the condo? Why did the guards do nothing? If stress and drink reduced this man to such an act of violence, was it his first time? Will he do it again? Stress and drink won’t magically leave our lives. The man possibly needs more help than a jail sentence. What of the driver? Will he bother to return the next lost item? Will he view his passengers with a degree of caution and mistrust?

But most of all, I keep thinking: what is the price of an act of kindness? Or honesty?

It’s not something I had to think about before.

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