Picture courtesy of me!
The contrast of the linear aspect of the fence with the circular shapes caught my eye on one of my walks with Miss Penelope Dog. As usual, I grabbed my trusty phone and snapped a couple of pictures. I liked how this one turned out well enough to send in to Rochelle, Queen of the Prompts. I was pleased to see it show up today and know that it means I will be doing a lot of reading this week!
Back when my dad was alive, he talked about his higher education with reverence. He’d always say that he had a BS, MS, and PhD – Bull Shit, More Shit, and Piled Higher and Deeper. As a kid, I found that hugely funny and laughed every time he pulled that joke out. Somehow, that’s what came to mind as I thought about this prompt.
Word count: 99
In the Dark
My daddy always said it takes rich fertilizer to make a mushroom grow. That and a dark, dank environment.
If that’s the case, I should have a truckload about now. I’ve been sitting in this dark cubicle, sweating out my lifeblood, underneath piles of bullshit (although how that differs from cowshit, I’ve never been clear).
Maybe I should’ve worked in a mushroom factory. Maybe then I’d be happy to see more shit arrive, whether bull or cow. It’s piled higher and deeper than I ever imagined I’d see. Damn near need my waders to make it to the restroom.
© Erin Leary
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