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The Prayer

Sep 19, 2020 | Friday Fictioneers | 16 comments

It’s been a long time since I have participated in Friday Fictioneers. Heck, it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything. I thought I would give it a try this week. A big shout out to Roger Bultot for the wonderful photo we got to use as our writing prompt. And a huge thank you to Rochelle for continuing to give all of us weekly prompts year in and year out. It has always been one of my favorites!

She didn’t care that she had nothing.  She did care about her inability to provide for Tabitha.  Her lids closed over tear-filled eyes as she began to whisper.

“I don’t know if you can still hear me.  It’s been awhile since we talked.  But my Tabby needs food.  It’s been 3 days.”

She twirled as a van squealed off.  Two feet away stood a highchair surrounded by a mess of discarded boxes.

“One man’s trash another’s treasure.” She murmured.  Stumbling forward, her heart leapt as she spied beat up canned goods mixed in the trash.

“More than I’d prayed…Thank You!”

 

 

16 Comments

  1. Neil MacDonald

    Some prayers are answered. Others go unheeded

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  2. Laurie

    Great piece. A lot of emotion here. Trash or treasure, it’s all about perspective isn’t it! glad she found something useful.

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    • thehermitcreative@gmail.com

      Thank you, Laurie! It truly is all about perspective. I am glad she found something useful too.

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    • thehermitcreative@gmail.com

      Thank you so much, Rochelle. And thank you also for faithfully offering all of us the opportunity to write each week!

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  3. msjadeli

    Now that’s what I call Heaven’s Express. I’ve seen these miracles before. God bless her and her child. Good story and glad you decided to write again.

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    • thehermitcreative@gmail.com

      Thank you. I like that “Heaven Express!” I’ve seen them too. It felt good to write again.

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  4. Bill

    I think she needs to up her game in the prayer department.
    I used to play a poker game where someone always had to say the ‘one man’s trash’ regarding discards retrieved by others. Good one.

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    • thehermitcreative@gmail.com

      Thank you very much. And I think you are right she does need to up her game. I like that about the poker game.

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  5. Oneta Hayes

    Some would not recognize answered prayer if it did not come via a fancy restaurant or packed in Super store bags.

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  6. Dora

    Love this story of answered prayer! How nice to come to the realization you’re never alone.

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  7. Dale

    One man’s trash is another salvation! Well done, Inga.

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