Two sisters are crouched in a three by three space, attempting to suppress their hyper-ventalatized breath; not wanting to address their present fear. Twenty feet and two doors separate them from a man with a gun.
A man whose, out of control, deep and threatening voice, is screaming. “I’m going to kill them!” “I’m going to kill them!” Continue reading A Sprinkle of Rage
Once again I checked out the Daily Prompt. It’s a question. You’re locked in a room with your greatest fear. Describe what’s in the room.
I guess that’s not really a question. What are you most afraid of? That’s a question.
I read 1984. I read it in 1971. The main character was locked into a room with rats. That was his greatest fear, and his tormentors, the government, knew what terrified him most. That’s the way I remember it.
I recall thinking about that, with genuine concern. I asked my teacher, How did they know?
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Just use your imagination. It use to be quite a stretch, but not anymore. Big Brother is definitely watching us.
I took this picture in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico a few years back. I thought this little boy was absolutely beautiful. He had a sweet aura ~ for all I know he could be the devil’s child ~
We look at people and we never really know.
I had gotten on the bus with the locals, that worked at the hotel. We rode to the top of the hill, outside the gates of whatever resort it was, I was staying at. The higher the bus climbed, the more bleak and less color there was. I didn’t get a picture, but I remember the brilliance of a rooster, against the grey nothingness that were the hovels, these people call home.
I also remember how, when we got to the top of the hill, I was the only person left on the bus. I felt a tinge of panic. I knew I was in a place that few gringos venture. I told myself to relax. I was there ~ what could I do.
It is my practice, to walk in faith, not fear.
God tells us in scripture that he did not give us fear.
Picture a world where there is no “fear of people”.
It looks like heaven to me.
People often fear not having enough. So, they take what doesn’t belong to them. What I have to say about that is: every sin is its own punishment.
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