Three days. It had been three days since they delivered the box. Technically, three days, four hours, and 37 minutes. But who’s counting.
She knew he was there. The gate squeaked. It had been over two weeks since he’d left. Technically 15 days, three hours, and 22 minutes. But who’s counting.
Or 14 days, 21 hours, and 13 minutes since he’d returned. Drunk, sunburned, screaming multiple profanities at her window. But who’s counting.
Maybe he’s dead. Like Benjamin. And Lila. One more makes 213,323. But who’s counting.
Alone. Still. 197 days, three hours, and 23 minutes. But who’s counting.
(99 words. But who’s counting.)
PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Thanks to Rochelle and her Friday Fictioners Challenge.
Channeling my negative energy into words. At least I’m writing. UGH!
213,323? That’s a lot of victims!
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Yes. But horrifyingly it’s within the range of estimated deaths by October. And based on the behavior of my idiot florida neighbors, I’m not hopeful. ☹️
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Something so haunting… well put together Tina.
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Thanks T ☺️
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We’re all counting, although our governments would rather we stopped and just ignored the mess… A story for our times.
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Yep. 😬😖
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Dark yet strangely compelling.
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Pretty anal character.
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Thanks 🙏
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Sadly dark. Well done Tina.
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Thanks 😊
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I like the repetition in the story, each time greater and greater impact. I wish it was pure fiction.
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Thanks. And so do I!
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Some quite chilling numbers. Maybe a way for her to cope.
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Yep. Thanks for reading 😊
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A cleverly written tale of our times. Excellent.
Here’s mine!
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Thanks 🙏
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Not many laughs here this week, Tina.
But a lot of corpses, so not all bad!
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Congrats on seeing the up side 😉 thanks 😊
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Much as we don’t want to count, we have no choice, do we?
Well done.
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Sad but true. Thanks 🙏
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waiting is hell especially when all hopes are gone.
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Yep 😫
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She’s practically a human clock!
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Thanks 😊
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Enjoyed this interesting story. Well done.
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Thanks! 😊
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This is really brilliant, I’m thinking Covid deaths, in America, highlighting the POTUS’ lack of caring.
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Thanks. 🙏 sadly. All of that.
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Loved the structure of this.
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Thanks Sandra 😊
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I ain’t counting … 😉
Nice twist on the prompt!
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Thanks 😊
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I enjoyed the quirkiness of the character. She’s a counter. I get it. A way to keep calm, have some sort of control. The right people don’t seem to be counting. If they are, they don’t seem to care much. Very creatively written!
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Thanks. ☺️ Control. And lack of control. It’s about both.
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A little OCD there with all the counting, but who’s diagnosing? 🙂
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Exactly 🤣🤪
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Maybe five seconds, four, three, but who’s count —?
BOOOOOOM!!!!! Great story!
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🤣😊
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Clever story, Tina.
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😊😎
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