Don’t come back.
Up went a soft looking fence adorned with legal phrases like,
“No admission of liability” and “this represents a voluntary agreement”.
‘Voluntary’ forged into a weapon,
Take this or immediate financial distress;
Food for your kids,
Meds for your spouse,
Just sign the papers and be done with it.
Walk away from the party beyond the gate.
The mirth of a desk within the cement walls.
Walls painted with the color of joy,
Plastered with signs saying “We care.”
Business doesn’t care.
So I won’t walk up those stairs anymore,
But I also won’t live the lie.
It’s interesting how no matter the photo, the state of mind distills out a story from its library of thoughts. Not so much a story as a commentary in disguise actually.
This photo prompted 100 word story is brought to you by Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneer’s challenge. Check out her web-site for a glimpse in to the minds of random writers.
Meanwhile may you find a party on either side of the fence!
Best, Clare
Clare Graith 