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Mask Mandate

As masking mandates come to an end in Ontario and many other jurisdictions there are many businesses and other venues that will still require clients and employees to wear masks. Trying to explain to people that this is not an affront to their freedom is an uphill battle. They seem to forget businesses can run their operation as they see fit. The goods and services they provide are at their leisure, they have no obligation to serve you. It is no different than the adage “no shoes, no shirt, no service.” Your rights and freedoms are not being infringed upon, you have the choice to comply or go elsewhere.
In my experience, the majority of individuals who raise a stink almost universally carry a mask and after making a jackass of themselves put it on and go about their business. If you are one of those people, remember that the sixteen-year-old working behind the counter did not set the policy. They have an absolute right to not be subjected to your opinions, frustration or abuse. If a mask is that big a deal go elsewhere otherwise shut up and put the damned thing on!

I was standing behind the counter when he walked in, mask in his hand.

“Sir, masks are mandatory,”

“Jesus, you people and your masks,” he shot back, “Government’s got you twisted up over the bloody flu.”

“In light of overwhelming science, I don’t purport to understand your position but without a mask you’ll have to leave.”

With a grumble, he put the mask on.


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The Ancient Gods

Dr. Hiltunen stood at the center of the dig site deciphering an inscription carved on stone. As he read aloud he recognized the verse as a variation on an old Finnish rune. Ancient mythology had consumed him from a young age.

As he continued, the winds began swirling and the clouds spun clockwise. The doctor did not notice the coming storm even as the others scramble for shelter. The sky above Hiltunen opened and a rainbow column descended from the heavens. The doctor and the stone were pulled through the beam into the clouds, into Asgard.


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Jack’s Secret

Elsie and Jack had dated for awhile. They’d been to her apartment but any suggestion of going to his place was met with resistance. She thought nothing of it at first but as time passed it became odd. Was he hiding something? A wife, children, his victims? She thought the worst as she slipped the key from his chain…

Everything seemed in order walking through the immaculate brownstone. Leaving the bedroom until last, Elsie opened the door and came face to face with Jack’s mannequin.  


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Criminal Enterprise

The hire of a brand spankin’ new man,
Made recipe for disastrous plan,
It was clear from the start,
That he’d bloody well fack up his part,
And we’d all ended up locked in the can.


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Better Off

“She’s so capricious! Who in hell is she to tell me to ‘accept the ramifications’ of my actions?” an angry Romeo bellowed. “I’m better off without her!

“What now, Julian?  I can’t just go on without her?” Romeo queried through melancholy.

“Hey Jules, what say we check out the cougars prowling Blue Suede Sue’s tonight.”

Blue Suede Sue’s was a successful fifties / sixties style nightclub in Mississauga, Ontario. The best I can tell was claimed as a victim of COVID-19 restrictions. It was the place to go from the mid-nineties onwards if you enjoyed dancing, drinking, and having a good time.
…and yes it did have it share of ‘cougars’ out on the prowl, especially on Friday and Saturday nights.


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Bittersweet

Amy’s emotional outburst was visceral in the moment.

To see him, the man that had abused her trust and controlled her every move flummoxed, weak, almost helpless was both sweet and bitter.

It was over, but for her, could never end.


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Before the Tempest


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Betrayal

Saturday started like any other. Chad was at gym while she sat quietly thumbing through messages, sipping her morning tea. The doorbell rang and Abigail answers to find a woman with child standing alone on the porch.

Abigail stood in the eye of the storm. Lies and deceit laid bare for all to see. A swath of her existence torn asunder. Pieces of her dreams and hopes thrown into the hurricane, spinning widdershins about her.


Week #245 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Widdershins, Count: 75

Photo credit: Valentin Müller via Unsplash

Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

Darkness

Week #244 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Cave, Count: 34

Photo credit: Jez Timms via Unsplash

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Temerity x 2

I know, the temerity. If you like these, check out ‘Home Inspection‘ my comedic epic fail of a first attempt at this weeks challenge.

1. Young Punks

He had dined with Kings and Queens, sipped sweet nectar with Gods. Without his contribution, the tech world would still be stuck in the stone ages but here he was a dinosaur himself. The young punks with their TikTok and Twitter kept reminding him. They had the temerity to question his influence on the future. This would be a mistake; he still had more fight than they could imagine.

2. Impossible Dream

Mars was a pipe dream to many. An insurmountable traverse in the cold vacuum of space. So adverse to life that the journey seemed unsurvivable. It would require the temerity of a team of exceptional visionaries to take a dream and turn it into reality. Humankind will remember the first astronaut to set foot on the red planet’s surface. They will celebrate history unfolding in anonymity from Mission Control.

Week #243 of Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt.
Word: Temerity, Count: 69

Photo credit: 1. Alessandro Bianchi via Unsplash & 2. Unknown

Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.