Day 86 Ruminating And Writing

Sign

The signs were there. She had been ignoring them for a long time. She had to, or else she knew that the family curse had followed her. But when the black birds start to follow you, and there are dead mice on your doorsteps, you have to listen. She was listening now. The wind had changed on that autumn day. The animals were restless. He was coming. It was his time.

And the nature wanted her to fight back. This world didn’t belong to him. He was just a bogeyman humans dreamed of to explain their misfortune, their callous thoughts. Her grandma had fought him. Her mother had died fighting him. She had wanted to believe that none of it was true. She had wanted to live a normal life without witchery, Satan, and the ghosts. But the blackbirds knew who she was, and she had a task to do.

Helpful

Too tired and in a hurry to concentrate on writing a scene about helpful employees.

Coin

The coin spun in the air. Its golden color cast sparkles in the morning sun. When it dropped into the fountain, it plummeted down with the other coins, shining brightly. He knew what he would wish for. He knew that the others had wished for wealth, health, and fame. He wanted none of that. He wanted his wife back. He wanted her not to have died from cancer. Her life shouldn’t have been cut short.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I’m short of time again. My mornings have been slow lately. I have taken my time to get out of bed, and then I have forgotten myself, twiddling this and that without minding the time.

I have been reading lately about the Congo and African history, as well as the cobalt and copper trade. I have lost my faith in humans, Europeans, our institutions, and everything. It is unspeakably stupid and horrendous how we have let wealth and things cloud our judgments to exploit, abuse, and kill people for the sake of profit, not to mention destroying nature. I proposed to my husband that we should attach to our gadgets and purchases how many lives were lost making them. Perhaps then, big corporations couldn’t hide what they are doing. I’m so mad and sad. The book I have been reading is Cobalt Red: How the Blood of the Congo Powers Our Lives by Siddharth Kara.

Thank you for reading! I wish you a beautiful day ❤