CURSES, AMAZONED AGAIN
Poor forlorn shopping mall, not long ago, it was visited and loved by many. It was chock-a-block, cheek-by-jowl with teeming throngs of shoppers. If you felt someone else’s hand in your pocket, it wasn’t a pickpocket. It was just the guy beside you trying to reach his wallet.
Sadly, times and technologies change. Now, people buy things they can’t feel, hold, try, or try on, online, and little toy helicopters deliver them to your door. I miss the milling crowds, almost as much as the forlorn mall merchants do. At least I can get a parking space near the door.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
As a personal pat on my own back, today’s 100-word Flash Fiction is my number 900 published blog-post. I know of a couple of bloggers who have been at this for over 10 years. At least one of them has surpassed the 2000 mark. Plod, plod, plod, I am better than the May-flies who flutter in and die after a few posts, or the uncommitted, who post “I know I haven’t published anything in over a year…”