You brag to us all that you’re a man of wealth, taste, and fame. You want us to relate to you, to show you courtesy and even a little sympathy. But we know who you really are we know the nature of your game.
We’ve never been, like you are, a member of the hoity-toity class. We don’t live in a large mansion by the sea with posh furnishings throughout, like you do. Our standard response to the accomplishments of others is not to diminish them, as you do, when you try to vault yourself over everyone and everything in order to feed your unquenchable ego.
When we call you out, your response to what we say to you is to tell us that you’re just misunderstood. You claim to be an everyman of simple pleasures, just like those whose souls you’ve stolen along the way in your rise to power.
Well, if that’s the case, prove it to us. Renounce your narcissistic ways. Give us a recital of your evil deeds and wrongdoings, and face the punishment that is your due. Better still, just go away and leave us alone so that we can attempt to heal and put back together what you have torn asunder.
Because we know who you really are we know the nature of your game.
Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (posh), E.M.’s Radom Word Prompt (vault), The Daily Spur (response), My Vivid Blog (misunderstood), Ragtag Daily Prompt (simple pleasures), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (renounce), and Your Daily Word Prompt (recital).
While sitting and relaxing on my back deck this afternoon enjoying the 70+°F weather, I looked up towards the sky to see a half moon, some interesting, swirling, wispy clouds, and the fading remains of jet contrails crossing across the sky. So I whipped out my trusty iPhone and took this picture.
I applied the “clarity” filter from the Camera+ app on my iPhone, which intensified the blue color in the sky ever so slightly and highlighted the clouds and the contrails. I’m no photographer, but I liked the end result so much that I just had to post it here. I hope you like it as much as I do.
Some are sinkers that sink right to the bottom Some are floaters that float on the surface I wonder what makes them different Why are some heavy? Why are some light? Either way, They get flushed down the drain Out of sight Out of mind
I was new to the area and didn’t know a soul. I didn’t have a job and needed to generate some income when I heard that dog walkers could get up to $30 per dog for 30 minute walks. I did the math and figured that if I could walk four dogs each time and do that four times a day, I could rake in close to 500 bucks a day for only a few hours of actual work. And who doesn’t love dogs, right?
But I hadn’t factored into my calculations that I had to pay for a permit to be a licensed dog walker. I also had to buy dog walker insurance in case one of the dogs I was walking bit or injured anyone or got hurt while in my care.
I had to buy a bigger car, an SUV, in order fit in the dogs I picked up from my clients’ homes and transported to and from the parks where I walked them. I also had to spend a lot of money on gas, as that SUV was a bit of a guzzler and I was driving all over the city.
I didn’t realize that I’d have to supply my own dog treats and poop bags. Dog treats aren’t cheap and dogs love their treats. And boy oh boy, dogs sure poop a lot. Having to pick up that shit and dispose of it properly was a real pain. I also had to buy special leashes to accommodate multiple dogs.
Bottom line, it cost a lot more money than I had expected to be a dog walker. I gave it a go for a few months, but as much as I love dogs, being responsible for walking other people’s dogs is a lot harder than I thought it would be. And a lot less profitable than I hoped it would be.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. And just so you know, this post is pure fiction. The only dogs I ever walked were my own dogs.
It’s February 10, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).
Today’s word is “renounce.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.
And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.