Welcome to the Picture it & Write creative writing exercise. I invite people to join in, comment with your paragraph of fiction to accompany the image. It doesn’t have to follow my story or reflect the same themes. It can be a poem or in a different language (please provide a translation). Anyone who wants to join in, is welcome. This photograph will be reblogged under Ermisenda on tumblr and added to the Picture it & Write gallery on Facebook and Pinterest.
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I held my breath as the grocery store scooter hit a bump. Pain radiated out from my abdomen. My eyes clenched shut and I almost cried. Ever since the surgery, it felt like someone had attacked my midsection with a cheese wire. The doctor told me I could walk and push a cart, which would have been all well and good except for the car ride to the store. Every bump jiggled my stomach and even though there was no visual evidence of such, I swear it pulled on my stitches.
I headed to the frozen food aisle since there was no way in Hell I would be cooking this week. When I rounded the corner, I saw a mother carrying her child. It didn’t take telepathy to know what she thought of me. Her eyes caught mine, roamed down to the scooter and then back up. She saw a twenty-two year old riding a scooter. She didn’t see the four incisions in my belly, kept together by stitches and glue. She didn’t see my missing ovaries, uterus, and tubes. She saw a lazy girl taking resources from the elderly.
I passed the frozen food, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. It might have been different if I had a cast on my foot, something she could see. When one of the store clerks glared at me, I abandoned the scooter and walked slowly, painfully back to the car. Tonight, I would order takeout.
–Eliabeth Hawthorne
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What a lack of Empathy. Good one Elia.
Something short this week.
“8.80 for a can of tomatoes? This is madness!”
“They are very good ones. Hand picked in Italy.”
“I don’t care if they were from the moon, that’s too much.”
“Trust me. It’ll be worth it.”
“All I’m saying is this had better be the best pasta sauce I have ever tasted.”
I’ll admit, I’ve been judgemental about people parking in handicap or using the cart when they don’t look disabled. Surgery was a wakeup call to remember that you can’t walk in another’s shoes so mind your own business as long as they are not being disruptive.
No idea how much tomatoes cost so that sounds completely reasonable to me lol. Thanks Joe.
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It’s sad that people make assumptions like that. Not all disabilities are visible, and in the West at least, we are too quick to judge by appearance alone. Well illustrated!
Here’s my entry – and thank you for the inspiration!
http://freyawrites.com/2015/07/05/haven-picture-it-write/
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Lovely imagery! Though the grocery store is an exception, I love patronizing shops that allow animals.
How odd! Technology can be a hindrance, rather than a help can’t it? Thank you for reading and enjoying!
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Here is my offering for this week ~ Enjoy and flavour your week wisely ~ 🙂
https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/07/05/picture-it-and-write-friday-night/
I think my favorite line was about the two ex husbands who died for a taste. Great twist to the image.
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We all have our stories. Sometimes the merest act of going out in public is a show of tremendous courage that no one else appreciates. Oh how different this world would be if we could crawl into each other’s skins and see that the world isn’t all it appears on the surface. Very thoughtful story!
Glad you liked it. If I could have any super power, I would want empathy.
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https://livehomeandaway.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/caught-in-the-act/
My mom handled our tantrums using embarrassment. She would play mime in front of restaurants or throws her own tantrums in the store. Not sure how the final line played in with the rest of the story, but overall liked it.
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hi 🙂 thanks for the prompt.
https://ladyleemanilasphotos.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/i-love-working-in-the-shop-picture-it-write-and-wordle-68/
Sounds like an interesting place to work indeed!
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Well people can’t think about seeing themselves in a situation like that.
Here is my writing too https://scrapydo2.wordpress.com/2015/07/08/found-it-picture-it-and-write/
Yikes! Thanks for contributing this week.
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