Herculean Task

Flea Market, Shoreditch, London, Uk
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It was a labour worthy of Hercules. Flynn had hardly slept the night before owing to his awareness of the task that was before. Now the time had come and he would have to pull together every ounce of courage as he was about to enter into the unknown. This was not just the stretching of his comfort zone, but a true unheaval of the established order.

“All you need to do is go in and get it.” The words reverberated through his very being.

He took a deep breath and proceeded into the precincts of the charity shop and approached the counter.

“Do you – do you have a red scarf with dragonflies?” he asked. “My Gran said she thought she saw one here.”

“If we do it will be along the back wall,” the middle-aged volunteer said.

Flynn took another breath before setting out past the mismatched dishes, shapeless cardigans, and the ever present mustiness of the air.

There it was the scarf of his quest. He snatched it from the rack and hurriedly returned to the till.

“That will be two pounds,” the volunteer said kindly.

Flynn whipped out his phone to pay.

“Sorry we only take cash,” the volunteer said.

Cash? Flynn though, beginning to panic. Who uses cash?

Unwilling to be defeated he said that he would be right back and made his way to the ATM.

Flustered but not defeated, he returned and made the purchase.

In so doing Flynn had overcome the most extreme test yet to be encountered by a Gen Z. Little did he know that his greatest labour was yet to come when he would have to do battle with Gran’s rotary phone.

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Padre

FOWC with Fandango — Extreme

Agenda

Meeting, Brainstorming, Business

A day filled with meetings and agendas

Rushing between conference calls without end

It makes you wonder if there ever was a time

When we could just sit and chat with a friend

A day filled with minutes and motions

Procedural questions and rules to bend

Is this what we all have come to accept?

“It’s just normal,” or so we pretend


Padre (after a very long day)

Consent

Police, London, City, England, British

What is meant by “Policing by consent?”

The thing Robert Peel tried to invent

Is it merely policing in the Crown’s name

Or upholding the laws the people proclaim?

Public opinion gives its consent

It’s not up to the individual their opinions to vent

The law is the law

And all should be treated the same

If you disagree, you might well in gaol remain


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FOWC with Fandango — Consent

Forgetful

Adult, Casual, Caucasian, Glasses

Forgetful of the ways; and

Mistakes made in bygone days

Treating every situation as if new

Ignoring similar situations your grandparents knew

Thinking that you know what is best

Even if it fails to meet the test

To think that you’re always right

Ignoring other options that are in plain sight

It is the epitome of selfish pride

When the facts your views have clearly denied


Padre

The Ultimate Complaint Department

Complaint, Statement, Clipboard, Letter
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In the current climate of perceived self-privilege, “Karen-ism,” and taking personal affront to anything that we don’t like hearing or seeing, it’s easy to resort to complaining.  “I want to talk to your supervisor,” seems to be the general topic of hundreds of YouTube videos.  But be careful at complaining too readily. 

Sometime shorty before the siege and capture of Jerusalem in 586 BCE, the prophet Habakkuk had his go at the complaining game.  He calls on God to do something about the evil, injustice, and idolatry in Israel.   When he finished his litany of grievances, God replies.  God says that He knows of the corruption of the leaders, and of the problems that Habakkuk has laid out.  He continues to say that He will indeed act.  In fact, God will allow the Babylonians to come and conquer the land.

This response catches Habakkuk on the back foot.  “They are worse than we are!” is essential Habakkuk’s reply to this news.  God nonetheless tell the prophet that this is what will come to pass, but to remember that it is God’s hands, not in men.  He tells Habakkuk that the righteous will live by faith, and in His appointed time Babylon will be brought down and punished for their evil.

Sometimes the cure for ills is not in our comfort, or in our “rights and privileges.”   Personally, I think that the pandemic has proven that.  The greater good, such as masks or self-isolations, outweighed individualism.  This is not a polemic for blind acquiescence to governmental authority, but instead a call for us to keep perspective.  Like Habakkuk we can rest assured in the end God’s will shall be done.

For those who may still pondering governmental links (if so, sorry I brought them up), remember that the “woes” that Habakkuk cited: unfair economic practices, human exploitation, corrupt rule, and the worship of power, will all be remembered by God, and the perpetrators will be held accountable. 

Next time then, before you head to the Complaint Department, or demand a manager, remember to weigh the situation in perspective, and the possibility that you might not like the answer.


Padre

Demanding Change

City Hall, Building, Hall, Los Angeles
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The petition had received the requisite number of signatures, and it was now on the agenda for the next Council meeting.   It had been a long road, but the movement’s supporters were sure that this time the political wanna-bees of the town would start to understand that they were not the all-knowing sovereign power they thought they were.  Yes, this was going to be true democracy at work.  The people demanded change, and the Council better give it to them.  After all, who waits until Friday for bin collection anyway?  The weekend rubbish just has to go sooner!


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Weekend Writing Prompt #217 – Requisite in 98 words

Tether

Enclosed, Wound, Tether, Free
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Life today seems transitory,

As we move on from place to place.

Gone is the time of a job for life;

And old landmarks are removed to make real estate space.

Friendships are measured by numbers on screens

Not by a smile face to face.

Relationships are disposable,

As for greener pastures we race.

“Home”

No more than a “down-time” space.

As all blurs by us, on to what do we hold?

What is it that tethers us in place?


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Weekend Writing Prompt #216 – Tether in 80 words