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June 9, 2016

Echoes of my Neighborhood

BumperSnickers! That’s what I like to call this week’s Echoes. Actually, I didn’t realize what a challenge this idea would be. A decade or more ago, bumper stickers were everywhere! But when I decided to actually capture a few snapshots, I discovered that it is a dying form of passive communication. We have gravitated to other means of speaking our mind…Twitter, blogs, social media, “memes” and vanity plates! I spend just under an hour to and from work each day on the road, so I do find them entertaining. At any rate, I did manage to snap a few while I was out and about. Happy Thursday!

I do actually…well not me…my dog! I have an English Mastiff. Drool is everywhere from floor to ceiling. We keep wipe rags on hand just in case!

I can relate to this one! My dog is my BFF! 🙂

Now this is more like it! Reminds me of the good old bumper sticker days!!!

Something tells me this person knows how to take life easy…:)

This one is definitely interesting!

What they said…I consider myself one of the sane ones.

Alma Maters are popular in my neighborhood!

A utility vehicle. Pinch point does not sound good.

I see this often. I like it. Why can’t we all just get along…

A profession of faith…

Had to throw this one in. Not a bumper sticker per se…but definitely a fun message! Ha!
This is a weekly feature inspired by Jacqueline at her blog A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales.

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June 8, 2016

At Dusk – A Haiku

By Kat Myrman

Amber light dances
atop wind fluttered oak trees
gloaming on the cusp.

kat ~ 8 June 2016

For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words Top & Light.

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June 8, 2016

Survivor’s Reception

By Kat Myrman

Photo by Al Forbes

Danielle gazed at the overgrown green mounds where she and her family had lived in until it was safe. She had vowed never to return, but relented when she heard that so many others would be at the reception.

Before that day no one would have believed that their sleepy little town mattered to international terrorists. Greenvale was a farming community. Most people worked simple jobs, shopped at the Piggly Wiggly and spent Friday evenings at the Dairy Queen after high school ballgames. They didn’t even have their own airport or bus station. To access these amenities they had to drive two hours to the city. And yet, they were ground zero for the first chemical attack on US soil.

Each surviving family had received official invitations with promises of funding for those who wished to rebuild and resettle in Greenvale. The old high school gym was full of chatter, laughter and memories of those that were lost. Danielle reconnected with several school chums and neighbors. When it was time for the program to begin, everyone was asked to take a seat.

As the room grew silent, several armed soldiers entered the building, bolting the doors from the inside.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(198 Words)

A Story for Sunday’s Photo Fiction Challenge based on the photo by Al Forbes above.

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June 8, 2016

The Bracelet

By Kat Myrman

statue “Who would do such a thing?!” Mae Brown asked the Officer when he arrived.

“When did you first notice the broken statue Mrs. Brown?

“This morning. They must have done it last night.”

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?”

“No. Except, do you see the bracelet on the left wrist? That’s new.”

Mae thought about it for a moment. It looked like the bracelets she had sent to the neighborhood girls recently. There were the Monroe twins across the street, and Sue next door and Amanda on the corner. Amanda! Oh dear, Mae thought, such a sweet girl. What was I thinking giving a bracelet to a girl who lost both hands in a fire!

“Did you think of something Mrs. Brown? Anything you remember will help us get to the bottom of this.”

“No officer. Thank you for coming.”

“Well, if you think of anything, let us know.”

Mae wouldn’t be calling the officer anytime soon. But she would be planning a visit to a certain little girl to ask her forgiveness.

kat ~ 8 June 2016
(175 Words)

A story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) prompted by the photo by Phylor that you see above.

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