99 Word #Prompt: Perception changes
January 19, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a about a quarry. It can be a place or include the by-product. The quarry can be operational, abandoned, it can be in real-tie or mentioned from another time. Where will the quarry take you? Go where the prompt leads.
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From: isurvived.org
My 2nd husband’s mother’s cousin was one of two family members who survived the holocaust. The other, my MIL, moved to America with her brother (circa 1930) so he’d have someone to keep house for him.
She’d purchased a place on the outskirts of Chicago for people over 65. At the parking lot’s edge, a fence divided her corner condo from a sheer drop that looked to be at least 1000 feet down, too deep to hear the trucks below carrying stone out of the quarry.
I think it’s safe to say that experience changes your perception of danger.
Indeed 🙂
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It’s good how some words generate memory isn’t it. I don’t know where in Florida you live but at present my son is in Palm Beach doing a mural on a wall there….hope you have a good day…
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Thanks. 🙂
I’m in North Florida. It’s like a whole different country.
Your son must be a good artist to be during a wall mural.
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I think the person who hired him saw his work on line and made him an offer he was mad to refuse. He’s doing ok he says. Must be close to finishing by now.
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It’s such a thrill when you can point to concrete evidence of a child’s success and say, “My son/daughter did this.”
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Oh yes it’s been an interesting journey so far.
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Hmmmm…agree! 🙂
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After my 2nd husband died (his mother’s side of the family is the one I wrote about) I had to go to the mall for something one of my kids needed. The shortest way was through a high-end department store. A girl (high school age) was wailing at the counter and 2 of her friends were comforting her. The problem? She’d broken a nail. Yep. You can’t make this stuff up.
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Sorry…just saw this! And yikes…this is the young people’s new normal. Not a pretty thing. We had a great deal more to cry about at that age, didn’t we?
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My first real taste of grief was when my 2nd husband died (I was 33). The next year, my dad died and 7 years later my mother. A person who is 16 or 17 and lived a privileged life doesn’t see grief the same way. 🙂
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Most definitely. And I am so sorry for your loss(es). I lost both my parents very early in life and it does change us. 🙂
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My kids were 5 & 7 when their dad died. I often think about how hard it must have been on them.
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In you flash I can feel that height with its danger, yet also feel the threat of such a fall has nothing on a woman who survived. Creative take on how to use the word.
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Isn’t it strange how some people can climb Mt. Everest but others break a fingernail and wail about it?
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