Laura sat in her car growing impatient. She hated her new job. She hated this commute to the mainland from the island where she and Jonathan bought a house five years ago. She hated having to wait in a long line of vehicles for the ferry that was almost always running late.
Jonathan said it was their chance to get away from the hustle bustle of the city. He could work from home — telecommuting, he called it — and she could work on her novel. It would be peaceful and serene, he told her.
And for a while it was. But then Jonathan started to change. He grew restless. He got angry at politicians and at the government. He started believing all these conspiracy theories. He started acting paranoid and went out and bought a handgun and a rifle. He started talking about living off grid. They were starting to argue a lot.
A month ago she woke up and saw a note on the kitchen table. It simply said, “I’m dropping out.”
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Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Ted Strutz.
oooooo! This makes me wonder what happens next! Well done!
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Actually, given the current political climate, I can imagine people on both sides of the aisle wanting to live off of the grid.
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I’ve thought about it. But then I’d have to give up my blog. And then who would I preach to? As it is, my wife ignores my rants.
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Actually, there are various levels of living “off the grid” which would allow for internet connectivity, usually via satelite. It doesn’t always mean living in some shack in the middle of nowhere like the Unibomber. Here are three options.
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Thanks. An informative article. Maybe, rather than going off grid, I just need to stop watching the cable news networks, reading my iPhone’s newsfeed, and keeping up with what’s going on in Trumpistan.
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LOL. You might be able to reduce your blood pressure that way.
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Definitely get the notes/newsfeed off your phone. I couldn’t stand that, the hit of nerves and distraction.
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Ouch what happened to Laura?? 🤨🤨
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She’s sitting in her car on the ramp waiting for the ferry to take her to her job on the mainland wondering the same thing.
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Lol 😂😂👍
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Nice post! Do remember when “dropping out” only referred to school?
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Ha! Yeah. The times they are a changing.
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Sad ending! Well, hopefully, she will move to the mainland where she doesn’t have to commute so far to go to work and can start her life anew. Great story!
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Thanks.
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Without wifi? Heaven forbid.
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Bananas..?
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Bananas?
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Go bananas..
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Dreams go sour. Plans go awry. Nice plot.
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Thanks. Yes, dreams and the best laid plans oft go awry.
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Laura needs to get back to the city and stay it sounds like. Good story.
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He sounds to have become unstable, I fear for them both. Sharp writing
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Thanks, Michael.
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