Friday, July 29, 2016

Flash Fiction Friday: The Trio

This turned out to be more of a character development piece. I like the imagery I used; perhaps I can eventually expand this into a longer story. What do you think?


The Trio

By,
Jennifer E. Miller

The trio walked towards the intersection near the interstate off ramp. The sun struck the sidewalk and the heat rose in steamy waves. Human hadn’t bathed or shaved in a few day, he desired the look of dirtiness. To conceal his identity, he sported a boonie hat paired with a pair of outdated sunglasses found at a yard sale. He lugged a metal-framed backpack, army green, stuffed with blankets and other lightweight objects. He only needed it to appear full. Under one arm was a square piece of cardboard. Dog walked in front of Human on a rope leash, held with the free hand. Riding upon the top of the backpack was Cat. She bounced with each step Human took, clinging to the fabric as best she could. She had on her best grumpy-cat face, except she wasn’t lying. 
                The practice was well known in this city. Persons make themselves appear needy, when they really aren’t, stand at intersections with cardboard signs inked in sharpie marker that read “Anything helps,” “Hard times, need money,” and similar phrases. They take turns standing on corners with solemn looks upon their faces, careful not to make direct eye contact with motorists, in hopes one will take pity and hand them a couple dollars. If they are lucky, someone hands them a twenty. The shifts are about three hours and can easily yield $100 per hour. Usually more. The organizing company, if it’s even classified as such, takes sixty percent. That leaves Human with $120, $40 per hour, on a slow day. Much more than his current day job of $17.50 per hour, and Uncle Sam takes a large portion of it. Begging on the corner is a cash-only business and he doesn’t have to share it with the government. It was easy money.
                At first, Human went alone. The cash poured in slower than expected. Many drivers handed him business cards with “call me for a job interview” scribbled hastily on the back. Some pedestrians brought him snacks or leftovers from their restaurant meals. Clearly, people felt sorry for him but he didn’t want their charity. He wanted their money. He had bills to pay, nagging student loans, vacations to fund, and two animals to feed. That’s when the idea dawned on him; to bring his pets along. They add to the look of desperation, and perhaps folks will see he needs money for his “dependents.”
                His plan was a success. His black labrador and tortoise shell cat made ideal ornaments to fleece citizens. A poor man with animals definitely struck emotional chords. They handed out cash with looks of pity and sorrow. He faked shame as he accepted the bills with grace, stuffing them into the ratty pocket of his cargo shorts.
                Lately, however, Human noticed Cat and Dog did not enjoy their excursions. Dog, who was active and friendly, did not display eagerness and joy at the walk down the now familiar stretch of road. Cat, an unusual creature, liked to venture out of her indoor domain and explore past her territory. Today, she growled and complained at riding atop the backpack. Both seemed aggravated on the way to the intersection.
                About half a block away from the intersection, Human could see the woman he was relieving. She packed up the last of her belongings and headed in his direction. He was annoyed with this girl. She wore her Ray Ban sunglasses; a big mistake. Motorists will question why a beggar wears expensive eyewear, and move on. However, he noticed today she had found a way to increase her success rate. She wore a thread-bare t-shirt, that hung off her shoulders. The front had several large holes exposing her belly button ring and smooth abdomen. She smiled satisfactorily as she walked by Human, her blonde braids bouncing over her shoulders. He suspected she gathered a bounty of business cards with personal phone numbers, in addition to a large sum of cash.
                Upon arrival, Human set his cardboard sign down and pulled the large pack from his back, careful to not knock Cat to the ground. Balancing her perfectly, he set the it upright on the ground. Cat continued to perch on the top. It was her preferred resting place during the shift. Dog sat down, panting with drool dripping off his tongue in long sticky strings. Human unpacked the travel water dish and a canteen of water and filled the bowl. He picked up his sign, held it with two hands, faced it towards the traffic exiting the interstate, and waited.




Copyrighted 2016 by Jennifer E. Miller

Monday, July 25, 2016

Right vs Left: Political Candidates Explained


Right vs. Left: Political Candidates Explained*

By,
Jennifer Miller


The media is inundated with reasons encouraging me to vote-in certain candidates; I don't need to mention names. My social media news feeds are flooded with various articles and opinions in favor of such-and-such politician. The election candidates plaster newspapers, mail flyers, advertisements, billboards, magazines, T-shirts, and yard signs. Why can't it be banished and we all quietly read our voter's pamphlet a few days before the election? Oh yeah, it's 2016; the year of utter madness and chaos.

This year is quite divided, politically speaking. You're either voting Republican or Democrat. If you don't consider yourself on any one side, you will most likely try to outvote your lesser-favored candidate. But just for the sheer fun of it, I'm going to break things down in a short, easy to understand fashion.

Republicans are traditionally considered right-wing, while Democrats swing left. What exactly do right and left mean, besides direction? According to dictionary.com Right comes from riht, an Old English word meaning "just, good, fair, and proper." Left is rooted to the Old English version lyft, meaning "weak, idle, and foolish." This is immensely helpful in making the current politics straightforward. If you want a "good, fair, and proper" leader, vote Republican. If you favor someone "weak, idle, and foolish," there's a Democrat for that.

Going even further, the Republican's mascot is an elephant which is considered a highly intelligent animal and can even comprehend compassion and cooperation. In contrast, the Democrat's mascot is a donkey, also known as an ass. They certainly didn't think their mascot selection through, did they? Therefore, they most likely won't properly think matters through in office either.

There you have it. You can vote for what is proper and smart, or you can vote for a foolish ass. 


*This was written for entertainment purposes. If you can't get a laugh out of it, consider lightening up.




Copyrighted 2016 by Jennifer E. Miller

Friday, July 22, 2016

Flash Fiction Friday: Home Economic Problems

Flash Fiction is a very short story. I'm trying to stay more consistent with writing, so my current plan is to post a Flash Fiction (or it may end up as a Flash Non-Fiction) piece each Friday. If I miss one, feel free to hold me accountable. I welcome feedback.


Home Economic Problems
By,
Jennifer E Miller

It’s the afternoon and I want coffee. The pot has long turned itself off so I choose to zap a leftover mug-full in the microwave as my husband heads downstairs to exercise. I hear the TV switch on, the beeps of the treadmill, and finally his feet striking the belt in even strides. Sitting down on the couch, I put my feet up and place my coffee on the end table beside me with the intention of enjoying some time to myself. I begin the mindless task of checking email by way of my smartphone, when the cat climbs onto me. Between responding to emails and giving the feline attention, I forget about my coffee. When I remember, it’s cold. I now have a Home Economic Predicament: how to obtain hot coffee.

Plan A has obviously been foiled. Plan A is asking the husband to heat it up for me. But he’s downstairs and won’t hear my calls for help over the TV and treadmill noise. I can’t text or call because his cellular phone is MIA.

Plan B is me getting off the couch to do it myself. Plan B has no merit because the cat has made herself comfortable by curling up on my legs. Who am I to disturb her?

The unfortunate solution to obtain my caffeine is to sip it as is, cold. An awful way to honor coffee.

I struggle with guilt over my present situation because a good coffee connoisseur would never let this happen. A good coffee connoisseur would remember to drink it while hot. Actually, a good coffee connoisseur would drink the entire pot while it’s fresh. Or a good coffee connoisseur would go out and give business to the local coffee stands. Even further, a good coffee connoisseur would grow her own beans and sell a unique coffee variety at the local farmers market. That means the good coffee connoisseur needs a warmer climate which requires moving. This big decision requires careful consideration from the good coffee connoisseur…over more coffee, of course. Drat! Now I’m back to where I started!

The cat continues purring on my lap. Perhaps it’s time for Plan C: wait for Plan A to come upstairs.


Darn home economic problems!




Copyrighted 2016 by Jennifer E. Miller