I am sharing a post by another fellow blogger who joined us on mental health drive. He doesn’t write about his PTSD much but if you want to witness some kickass writing skills…do check this blog! it’s a must!
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Waiting On My Man
Milling, milling, milling around. That’s all they do, day after day after day.
They pass me by while doing all those annoying things they do: ignore the screaming kids; scratch their butts; play grab ass; heads bowed, not in genuflection, but consumed by their new iGods; and kiss.
Damn, I miss kissing.
Hephaestus, you bástardos! I’ve been standing around for, oh, over 2,000 of these mortal years, waiting for your sorry ass to show up. ‘I’ll be right back, baby,’ you said. ‘Just wait right here, babe’,” you said. You said a lot of things and I. AM. STILL. WAITING!
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Author’s Note:
It’s #Friday Fictioneers prompt time (and why do I want to sing that to the Howdy Doody theme song?), as always created and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog, Addicted To Purple.
The rules are simple:
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