Liege – Rotterdam?

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He was in Liege; or was it Rotterdam? Hell, I don’t even know what country I’m in any more, he mused. Adam Golding had spent the last three months shuttling around Europe for the WHO. It was an endless stream of visits with local health officials, and hospital administrators. Frankly, it was all becoming a blur.

He was tired and the day hadn’t even really started yet. He glanced at his itinerary, and then at his watch. Okay, this is Rotterdam, he mused. Three hours till I meet with the committee. The sooner we get the vaccinations done, the better. I need a rest.

He jumped into the shower, and then dressed. A quick breakfast?” he thought. No, just coffee, he decided and flicked on the kettle in his room. Sometimes I wish I had become a vet like Dad, he thought reflectively, then shook his head at the thought. No, at least I’m making a difference, he concluded. I hope.


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FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2021: WEEK #05

Covid Winds

Snow, Sun, Winter, Landscape, Nature, Wintry, Forest
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Winter’s come amid the mounting snow

But even without it – there’s no place to go

Doors are closed against the blight

There just seems – no end in sight

As if it were the the cold winds that blow

When it will end? Well I don’t know


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Hail Mary

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“The field was player-less. The board was scoreless. The School Board and health officials clueless.” What other way could Coach Tom Howard sum up the situation in what had been intended to be his retirement year?

Tom gritted his teeth as another cough ripped through his aching lungs. Each breath was an agony, and gave him the sensation of inhaling broken glass.

“Go ahead with practice,” he had been advised. “Teenagers are low risk carriers.”

Well in his book, that was “a fumble of epic proportions.” Now he only hoped to see next season. “Fingers crossed, and go for the Hail Mary,” he whispered to himself.


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Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #84

Getaway

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With news of a second Corona spike, and further lock-downs imminent, Justin had had enough.  

After a brief search of of the internet, he concluded that New Zealand was the place to be.  But how? he pondered.  The airlines weren’t taking reservations, and he wasn’t sure about visas, even if they were.  Then it stuck him – eBay, that’s the answer!  Now, to find a buyer.

 

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Photo Challenge #332

 

Wanderlust

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A whole new world is open to us

To sate our pent-up  – wanderlust

Think back to the month of May

When the choice was the lounge

Or the bedroom to stay

Now new opportunities come into view

I can go to the shop and bowling alley too

And what are those things flying over us

They’re just birds –

Let’s not get too ambitious

 

Padre

 

FOWC with Fandango — Wanderlust

 

Lock Down Blues

Mask, Surgical Mask, Virus, Protection

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“Lock-down,” “Stay at home,” “Quarantine”

“Sheltering,” “Shielding,” “Know what I mean?”

“Observed,” “Practiced,” “Put into place”

“Flouted,” “Ignored,” or just “Disobeyed”

“Mask it,” “Visor it,” “Cover your face”

“Might as well be hooded –

Sent to that Gitmo place!”

“It’s all about health!” “It’s our freedoms – I say!”

“I wish that Covid would just go away!”

 

Padre

Sunday Writing Prompt – Lockdown