I raised my hand to shield my eyes: gold streaks of sun through the smudge of clouds seemed a force majeure against the cautioned rainy gloom.
The train station deserted; no one wanted any part of travel now. Unfortunately, I found myself needing to escape to Pigeon. No choices left.
I contemplated walking those miles in my worn shoes. Dusty roads choking; blinding directions at crossroads.
So, now I stood on the platform, awaiting the rumble of the 9:45.
I checked my pocket for the ticket; only the 50th time this minute.
I consulted my watch, stuck gloved hand into my pocket, fought the urge let fingernails touch my home-made face mask.
Tried not to let the anxiety make my breathing ragged.
Such was life in the time virus. On this day, April 13, 2025.
a very rusty attempt at responding to: mlmm wordle 185; a kinda “quarantinotation”. Wordle list: pigeon; rumble; rainy; train station; gold; fingernails; force majeure: an unexpected and disruptive event that may …excuse … a contract; ticket; suitcase; raise; part; worn
Escape is an oblique reference to mlmm tale weaver 270
April 15, 2020 at 4:26 am
I didn’t think it seemed rusty either! I really loved your use of Force Majeure which was a tricky word!
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April 15, 2020 at 4:02 pm
And, I love how you add those wonderous, tricky words into your wordles.
Hope you, your family and friends are well and safe in these troubling times.
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April 16, 2020 at 3:47 am
We are thank you =) I hope you and your loved ones are also safe!
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April 14, 2020 at 1:18 am
Doesn’t seem all that rusty to mine eyes ;)
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