Sarah Needs To Job Hunt

Inflation had taken a humungous toll on Sarah’s bank account. She was already foregoing all her extravagant self-pampering expenses. She was angry that she had to stop buying all the potions and lotions that made her feel lovely. She was aware that she no longer had a choice in the matter.

After realizing that the incident at the bar was not an unusual phenomenon in her job search, Sarah knew she had to reevaluate her tactics. She could no longer ignore the obvious. She needed answers as to how to fix the situation. It was time to stop sticking her head in the sand, like an ostrich.  No more procrastinating, she told herself. Doing the same thing over and over again was exacerbating the situation. She thought of some specific things she could do to help in her job search. She needed to rewrite her resume, adjust her attitude, and march herself to every respectable  job opportunity listed in the paper.

Sarah’s New Job

To keep harmony in the family, Sarah decided to try out the job her cousin recommended. It seemed like a wholesome place to work. Sarah was beguiled by the sweet elderly customers in the fabric shop. They were very entrenched in their domestic lives. It was a different world than Sarah knew.

Sarah was convinced that the women were all above board with their dealings in the store. Her cousin decided to not provide any spoilers about some of the shady women. She hoped Sarah could figure it out for herself. On one occasion, Sarah’s cousin had to tell her to hush up when one woman decided to nip a button card and hide it in her purse. They often let her get away with little indiscretions. The same woman was later caught with a purse full of stolen notions. When the strap on her purse broke, everything flopped onto the floor exposing her thievery. The thieving woman exasperated the situation by claiming someone else shoved the items in her purse. It was at that precise moment that Sarah decided this job was not for her either. It was time to enhance her resume once again.

#EM-RWP – harmony, exacerbate
Rag Tag Daily Prompt – wholesome, hush
FOWC – beguiled, shady, enhance
The Daily Spur – domestic, strap
#MVB-PROMPT – spoilers
#TTC – nip, flop
Word of the Day – occasion
Your Daily Word Prompt – precise

Honoring My Past While Living In My Present

In an attempt to get a grip on my feelings of the anniversary of my aunt’s passing, I knew I would need to move out of my comfort zone. I’ve been reticent  to leave my house for fear of risking my health. I’ve worked hard to protect my fragile immune system.  I’m still wary of the uneducated opinions  of the unmasked masses. I realized I had no choice but to mitigate my fears and allow  myself to honor my aunt.

Despite my concerns, I needed to respect the integrity  of my beliefs. My aunt deserved to have me follow our tradition.  The task  was to travel to the gravesite of my grandparents before visiting my aunt and uncle’s grave.

Before leaving my house, I voiced my affirmations  of love for my departed aunt. I stood staring at her picture sitting beside the flickering  flame of the Yahrzeit candle. I long to be a maven  of our family traditions. I feel that I will be the last one to honor our customs. While they are a visceral  part of who I am, my daughters don’t feel the same way.

As we entered the gates, we noticed two hearses parked on the left.  I was feeling deep grief for those people just beginning the difficult process of saying goodbye to their loved ones. In the year since my aunt left this realm, I have had to accept that the entire generation before me is no longer here. It is a difficult reality with an abundance of sadness.

We visited my grandparent’s grave first. Even with my forgetful  brain, I somehow remembered to bring the rocks to put on the headstones. There were masked workers  nearby attending to some gravestones. They gave us a nod of acknowledgement as we paid our respects. I felt grateful that they were masked, even though they were not close to us. (In the grand scheme of things, I know it wasn’t a top priority, but it crossed my mind.) I thanked my grandparents for all they gave me that contributed to who I am. The one thing I can thank bio-dad for is having incredible parents.

We then went to the northern  part of the cemetery where my aunt and uncle are buried. I was distraught at the appearance of their headstone. The space directly beside  them had obviously just been filled in. Someone else was experiencing a new grief of losing a beloved family member. A paper marker was placed where the headstone will be in the future.

I could not leave my family’s gravestone in such a state. I used my hands to work on clearing away the dirt and debris. My spouse went to the nearby sinks and brought over water and a paper towel. That made my task easier. It took three more water containers and many more paper towels to make the gravestone presentable. It felt I was completing an act of reverence by caring for their headstone.

After leaving the cemetery, we traveled to the beach. We had to go to two beaches in order to find a parking spot. The sunny day was perfect without too much wind. Despite the parking shortages, the beach was not too crowded. People were socially distanced which made me very comfortable. We watched as a couple of brave souls went far out into the water. One young dad kept running after his toddler son as he attempted to run into the ocean.  It was a heartwarming scene. We walked along the beach where the cold waves were breaking. We did get caught by a few unexpected swells. My spouse is not a fan of getting his shorts wet when he doesn’t have a change of clothes. It was joyful to be at the beach remembering to enjoy the life we have while we can.

After leaving the beach I insisted on going for BR ice cream. My aunt had a very strong metabolism. She could eat anyone under the table and never gain a pound. My spouse and I laughed at the fact that every time we would take my aunt and uncle to dinner, no matter how full everyone was, my aunt wanted ice cream before going home.  I know that my being a chocoholic is another thing that was a binding family tie.

The trip home was very difficult for me. Even with my medical seat cushion and back cushion, I was in the car for far too long. My body was in a great deal of pain, but it was well worth it. I was happy that I paid my respects, enjoyed being in nature, and felt safe. As I move past the first year without any members of my prior generation, I reflect on being the eldest generation now. I wonder what my children and grandchildren will cherish about me.

Your life gave me joy
Your traditions I shall borrow
Your memories give me strength
Your death brought me sorrow
I hold your spirit in my heart
For a more joyful tomorrow

Written for these daily prompts:
Ragtag Daily Prompt (fear, fragile. flickering, abundance, watched)
The Daily Spur (grip, workers, north, appearance, cold wave)
E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (wary)
Your Daily Word Prompt (mitigate, allow, integrity, beside)
Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (reticent, opinion, maven, visceral)
(Eugis Weekly Prompt (affirmations)
Word of the Day Challenge (task, forgetful)
Tuesday Writing Prompt


Sign On The Dotted Line – FFFC

Fandango is our host for the Flash Fiction Challenge.The photo below is from Darius Bashar at For the visually challenged writer, the photo shows a woman sitting at a desk writing something down in a notebook. She’s sitting inside and is framed by a window.

I sat my beautiful antique table for the last time. I read and reread all the escrow papers. I made notes about what I needed to remember for the future.  The countdown  to moving day had begun. I made the difficult decision to move to the country after finally listening to my instincts . My gut said to let go of my past, move forward, and never look back. After all, my divorce was final a year ago.

I no longer needed the rushed cosmopolitan city life. I’d grown weary of the frequent nocturnal business gatherings required for my latest employment. There was always some slimy associate wanting to “help” me home. I had nothing but disdain for their feeble attempts at becoming a part of my life.

It took longer than I had expected to explore new places to live. I typically had more questions than the realtors had answers for. With the crazy prices nowadays, it was tough to find a bargain. I wanted a simpler life. I had no desire to be house poor.  I finally did it though. I bought my perfect forever home. I would leave my past and all my sad memories behind.

I’d already signed on the dotted line. So why is this still so difficult?

Thanks to Linda for the JusJoJan prompt and Willow for the prompt word.
Thank you to all the wonderful bloggers for their prompt words.