Truth to Power_It isn't Friday, again. Is it?_Know Where To Run_Little Acts
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Truth to Power
Truth to PowerThe temperature was almost sixty degrees, sunny, with a light breeze. A perfect day to get arrested, Babette thought as she parked her car, hurried across the road, greeted Naomi, and eagerly waited for more people to arrive. She felt certain she was ready this time. Her hesitation and anxiety were gone, probably because she had been honest with Gregory about what she planned to do.Although Gregory had watched the video she made of the civil disobedience arrests last Good Friday, his image of protester confrontations with police came from the slides of civil rights battles in his...
It isn't Friday, again. Is it?
Is it just me? Or, do most people try keeping up with what day it is and at the beginning of the week have, at least, a semi-schedule of what needs to get done each day? In a way, setting a schedule for the week as to what day to go to the grocery store, what time limits may exist on completing other tasks like getting prescriptions refilled or picked up, and running other errands. Do they plan those activities around not only the day of the week, but even the time of day? I don't know. Maybe I'm weird, but I plan my excursions, literally, around what time other people are most likely to not ...
Know Where To Run
Dead.Killed.Ended.All of them.I watched them die and there was nothing I could do. I witnessed every terrible second of their deaths, but now it doesn’t seem real. I’m cut loose in the world and I want to go back and discover that I was wrong and I only imagined those final tragic momenwww.onedoor.ccts…But I can’t.I can never go back.I managed to escape. I had to get away. They’ll think I did it. The blood. So much blood. I washed it off of me, but I still see it in the corner of my eye. In my peripheral vision I see the blood, but when I look down at my hands it is gone. I know it can’t be. I can feel it o...
Little Acts
It was time. The decision had been up in the air for so long that the woman had to honestly think about what decision she had decided to make. The woman stared at her computer screen blankly, her expressive brown eyes looking over the multiple tabs opened on her computer. She’d done so much research over the last few months! Coming at her book from so many different angles… Wasn’t writing the book supposed to be the hardest part? Wasn’t that supposed to be the thing that kept her up at night, struggling to find the right words to enchant and enthrall her intended audience? And Lord kne...