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JusJoJan26 Day 23: Altruism

/ Liz H-H / 8 Comments

January 23 prompt: ALTRUISM. Many Thanks to Rohini for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

Meanwhile in Minnesota

So here’s an inspiring story about two moms who accompany neighborhood school kids to make sure they get safely from the bus stop to their homes. They were picked up for detention by ICE (don’t know why) and here’s the story they (with just a hint of our Minnesota accent ) told KARE11’s Jana Shortal (Breaking the News). I expect we’ll hear more; this just reported today.

They were handcuffed in the middle seats of the ICE vehicle, two agents in the front, and one in the space behind the two women. The agent in the back said that he wasn’t feeling so good, the driver continued driving, and the back agent started making choking noises and slumped over. One of the women told the two agents in the front that they needed to pull over because the man was having a seizure (he had a total of three).

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Emily’s Escape

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Sign in French saying no unleashed pets on the beach

© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (05/17/2024). No more than 250 words in length.

Emily knew one thing for sure: she was sick and tired of lassoing sheep in her Midwest town and pined to live on the beaches in France. She didn’t know French, or anyone in France, or anything about France except that she liked their fries, which for some reason, they called “Pomme Frites.” But the country called to her. She had to go, and had to have a job to stay.                        Continue reading →

Abandoned

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shadow silhouette in a dark hallway

The spliff flared and hissed at midnight, lighting up Joel’s sharp features. He passed the butt to another hand hard as his own, exhaled, and pushed the swing back. The chains were icy in his fingers, but the pain felt good. Continue reading →

Finally

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Hand-Holding-Carrots

She smiled, waiting for the bell to ring, backside leaning against the desk, hands folded in her lap. She said nothing, no longer irritated by the heads bent over ill-concealed cellphones. They waited for release, too. Continue reading →