One-Liner Wednesday — Women’s Rights

2BDDE02E-48FB-4AB5-AA5D-A3AC11983B40“Congress should pass a Woman’s Heartbeat Law, which mandates that if a woman has a heartbeat, you can’t ever tell her what she can or cannot do with her own body.”


This quote, from whoever made it, seems particularly relevant these days as state after state, including Georgia, Ohio, Iowa, Kentucky, Mississippi, and North Dakota, have passed laws that make it illegal for a woman to have a legal abortion if a fetal heartbeat can be detected, which is usually when a fetus is about six weeks old and before many women even know they are pregnant.

Just yesterday, the Alabama State Senate just passed a near-total abortion ban, that provides no exceptions for rape or incest. The bill now heads to Republican Governor, Kay Ivey. If she signs it, which is likely, the bill will become law. Further, the Alabama law would criminalize the procedure, reclassifying abortion as a Class A felony, punishable by up to 99 years in prison for doctors.

And this Alabama law, if signed by the governor, comes hot on the heels Georgia’s new law prohibiting abortions after six weeks and granting full legal personhood to fetuses. The Georgia law goes so far as to hold a woman who travels out of state to obtain a legal abortion to be subject to arrest and prosecution for conspiracy to commit murder, which is punishable by up to ten years in prison.

Welcome to America, the land of the real life Handmaid’s Tale.

Written for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.

I is for Taxes

DA90BCB9-5728-4912-B8BE-E7FC6C7AFCDCOkay, I’m not an idiot. I know that the letter “I” is not for taxes. At least not directly. But every year in the United States, April 15th, which is just five days from today, is when tax filings (and payments, if applicable) are due. And since the agency to which we in America must file each year to pay our fair share to fund our federal government is the Internal Revenue Service, or the IRS, which starts with the letter “I,” I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to say that “I” is for taxes. Besides, my “I” post for last year’s A to Z Challenge was titled “I is for IRS” and I didn’t want to use that again.

So as I said, the tax filing deadline for our 2018 taxes is April 15th. I’ve been seriously thinking about not filing my taxes this year as an act of protest and civil disobedience. How about if I refuse to pay my taxes until Donald Trump releases his taxes?

I was thinking of not paying my taxes to protest the inhumanity happening at our country’s southern border, with the separation of little children from their families and throwing these kidnapped kids in literal steel cages.

I was thinking that there are plenty of other legitimate, in my opinion, reasons to not pay my taxes. However, I was also thinking that I wouldn’t do so well were I to be incarcerated for tax evasion in a federal prison. So I admit, I’m all talk, and I am going to file my taxes on or before April 15th.

There is a bit of a silver lining this year. I am actually getting a very small refund from the IRS for my federal taxes. Woo hoo!

But please hold your applause. April 15th is also the day my state tax filing is due. And my home state, the state of California, is requiring me to pay the state for the privilege of living here, an amount that is more than ten times greater than the refund I will be getting from the IRS on my federal taxes.

What a sad state that is.

Previous A to Z Challenge 2019 posts:

Friday Fictioneers

img_2667There were rumors going around that the old building, the one with virtually no widows and thick, stone walls, was being used to house political dissidents. Some claimed to possess definite evidence that detainees were being subjected to “enhanced interrogation techniques” (e.g., waterboarding).

The military vehemently denied that there was anything untoward going on within the walls of that building, claiming that it merely served as a munitions depot. Suggestions to the contrary were labeled “fake news.” But the government declined to permit any civilians, including members of the press, access to the building.

Until the day the revolution began.

(99 words)

Written for Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Sunday Photo Fiction — Across the Street

863C5140-C9A4-4E8C-88E5-F9F84A4C80A6Carol was tapping away on her iPhone. “Are you writing your Sunday Photo Fiction prompt post?” Matt asked?

“No,” Carol responded, “I’m playing solitaire.”

“That’s surprising,” Matt said. “You love that prompt.”

“I’m not inspired by today’s photo. It makes me sad.” She flicked her fingers across her iPhone screen and held it up for Matt to see.

“What’s wrong with it?” Matt asked. “It’s kind of Christmasy.”

Carol looked at the photo. “More wintry than Christmasy.”


“It makes me feel sad. Today is Christmas Eve and I don’t want to feel sad,” Carol explained.

“How does that photo make you feel sad?”

“I imagine that I’m looking out of the window of our apartment and seeing that scene,” Carol answered. “The snow makes it look pretty, but I’m bothered by the barbed-wire fencing across the street.”

Matt walked over to where Carol was sitting and looked at the photo once again. “Oh yeah,” he said.

“It looks like there could be a prison or a mental hospital on the other side of that fence and that makes me feel sad,” Carol said

“You’ve got a good heart,” Matt said, bending over and kissing Carol on the cheek.

(199 words)

Heavy Is The Head


Image by ShawnCoss
“Hey Hank, you know that guy I told you about?” Larry asked.

“What guy?” asked Hank, finishing up his beer.

“You know,” Larry said. “The guy Smitty at my company who was promoted to unit chief in 2015.”

Hank got the attention of the bartender and gestured for him to bring two more beers. “Not really.”

“Sure you remember me telling you about him,” Larry declared. “After he got promoted he was walking around acting all high and mighty. I know I told you about him, Hank.”

“I dunno, maybe.”

“Yeah,” said Larry. “He’s the asshole who said, ‘heavy is the head that wears the crown’ the last time he gave me my performance review a few months back.”

“Oh that jerk,” Hank acknowledged. “So what about him?”

“The auditors were reviewing each unit’s revenues and expenses,” Larry explained, “and when they got to Smitty’s unit something was amiss. Turns out he was cooking the books.”

“Wow,” said Hank.

“Yeah, wow,” agreed Larry. “Now Smitty’s going to fucking prison.”

“No shit,” said Hank, chugging down the rest of his beer. “How the mighty have fallen.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “mighty.”