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Pop Bottles

February 12, 2022 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

shapely, ridged, swirled, green glass bottles

waiting for redemption, to fill our pockets

we searched the ditches, dumpsters, curbs

someone even searched the bottle stand

military bases brought their wealth

to entrepreneurs of the kid kind

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That’s my Six Sentence Story using the prompy word “redemption.” Go ahead and give it a try by going to this link

When a child, collecting and redeeming pop bottles was the way we made quick cash. It was a regular job to us, one we took seriously. My next oldest brother and I were most likely to pair up and search for these gems. He even hoisted me into the garbage dumpsters to hand him the bottles. Mom was not pleased, when she found out. Eventually, my brother grew into other work, but I continued this venture until I was about 12, when we moved and opportunities changed.

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Well, lookie there! I did a poem and a story. It’s enough redemption for this day.

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The Scribe

February 5, 2022 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Her job was to scribe his speech

An editor could not be reached

Preoccupied with things to come

She wrote the words of what she hummed

Imagine the audience surprise

When he recited Angel Eyes

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And that is my Six Sentence Story Poem for this week. Would you like to participate?

Go to Girlie on the Edge and check in.

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Worn Out Shoes

January 29, 2022 Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Lessons from a frugal life

He received his first pair of sneakers when he was just a little boy, toddling around to learn to walk about life

No matter how much wear and tear there would be on his shoes, he wore them until his feet no longer fit

Each school year, he managed to get a new pair to start the year, knowing he might not make it to the end without pinching toes, but he hushed about it until summer ended

Barefooted playing was the normal way in the summer fields of play, making those shoes last longer, just a once in awhile bee sting was the price he paid

As a man, he still kept the habit of buying shoes only when the old ones were worn out, but his boss was none too pleased

On his desk was a box, wrapped and bowed, no name, no message, but new shoes, the leather kind, shiny and brown and he knew he’d be better off to wear out those shoes

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This is my effort at putting together a Six Sentence Story/Poem. You can check out what the other’s have to share by going HERE

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