I’m rarely the first
person to wail doom and gloom. In fact, I’m more of the sort who tries to find
something good in the worst of situations. But lately, I’ve had to get extra
creative in order to keep from screaming, “Why is everything so messed up!”
Seriously, have you read
the news lately? I had the awful luck of glimpsing the front page of a local
newspaper, and the headlines listed fires, storms, shootings, and deaths. All
of that was on one half of a page. I didn’t even open the thing. After that
glance, I just didn’t want the details.
End of rant. You
aren’t here to hear me ramble about the ominous times we are living in. But what
can I say? I’ve heard that troubled shared is troubled halved, and I’m feeling
a bit selfish—also, I would hate to miss the chance to know that I’m not alone
in wanting to scream.
All right, really
end of rant. Let’s open the Writers’ Pantry, instead. Link your poetry
or prose. Let your contributions be new or old, long or short, fiction or
nonfiction… The choice is always yours. Going for prose? Please, make the word
count 369 words or fewer. Mr. Linky will remain open for a week. So, we have
plenty of time to share our words and read what others have shared (and maybe, if we are very lucky, cheer each other up a bit).
Do you like to plan ahead? Me too. And Rommy knows this, so for our next Weekly Scribblings, she would like us to write poetry or prose inspired by the thought of “things meant only as a temporary or hidden support.”