Growing rich with grace

Shanti came from a humble background. Grew up on the border of being poor and middle-class.

Life got better with each passing year and decades later she was on the border of being middle-class and moneyed-class.

On her retirement day she hit the jackpot on the lottery and found herself smack in the middle of the moneyed-class.

You can spot her easily. She’s the one in backyard summer parties sweating under the folds of her garish silk dress and a network of gold jewellery wrapped around her neck when all around her lounge in plaid cotton and laugh at her.

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This exactly 100 word story was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/23/25-march-2016/

PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

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Born in captivity

 

 

“Why should we dance to Rob’s tune mama? ”

“Look around you child. Do you see food?  Rob brings us food.  Protects us from those sharks outside. In turn  he wants us to dance , the way he taught us, whenever he commands. We need to be grateful for this life.”

“Mama, I heard that we are meant to live free…”

“What does live ‘free’ mean child? Do you know? I for one sure don’t”

Rob gives a signal and Tilikum slides into the tank with the grace of a ballerina.  Rob throws a dead fish and Tilikum swallows her meal gratefully.

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This week’s story is inspired by this photo and a news I heard on radio about Sea World ending it’s breeding program for killer whales:

http://www.nbcnews.com/business/business-news/seaworld-end-breeding-program-orca-whales-n540646

This exactly 100 word story was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/16/18-march-2016/

PHOTO PROMPT – © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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Precious trash

He had shoved her in the dungeon and locked her up in a cage.

Outside he had stationed two burly guards with strict orders to be vigilant.

He came back two days later expecting to see her spirit broken.

“You are a useless piece of trash”, he spits at her still insolent gaze.

She knew she had to cower, feign hurt, slink around the cell apologetic for every breath, if she wanted to be free.

  “How can I feel like trash when I’m guarded like a precious gem”, she chuckled ,choosing true freedom.

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This less than 100 word story was written for the 100 word photo challenge. More details about this challenge can be found at : https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/09/11-march-2016/

PHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant

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