Friday Flash Fiction 20 July 2018 Bistro LJ sat at a table in a dark corner of the Bistro. He held a plastic bag in his hands and moved what looked like dried brown fava beans, one by one, through his fingers. A priest at prayer, his lips moved in a silent mantra as he […]
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FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE WRITERS, I JUST LOVE ROGER’S WORK. I HOPE EVERYONE ENJOYS IT AS MUCH AS I JUST DID.
AND ROGER, OH MY, WHAT A STORY AND WHAT AN ENDING. I LOVE IT!
KYAngel's Reflections On Life 
Thank you so much and a double thank you for sharing it too. It’s pretty gruesome in some ways: man’s inhumanity to man. One of the times the women will be happy to be left out.
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You are so welcome, my friend. It’s always a pleasure to read the words of wisdom from your pen as well as your mouth now! I have found in the past as well as the present that there are many women who are worse offenders than their male counterparts when it comes to inhumanity, whether by action or spoken word! Sometimes the words spoken, once out there, are more vicious than any action mere man can take. Once out there they can seldom be taken back sufficiently to make everything okay again. I found something on Pinterest, “Let me remember to taste my words before I spit them out!” Words I now try to live by.
Have a pleasant Sunday afternoon, Roger.
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“The word, once spoken, can never be recalled” Horace, I think. It is so easy to lash out with the tongue, and then regret it forever. “Taste your words before you speak them’ that goes down well with me.
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It works well for me. I’m much nicer now that I think before speaking. Not as much crow to eat later either. I wasn’t sure who the author of that quotation was, but Horace sounds good to me. At least it gives me a place to start looking if I ever get that motivated again, LOL
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