Before I go ahead and MicroFiction you all, I'd like to ask that you take a moment when you're done and go visit last Monday's post. While neither micro, nor fiction, it is important (ok, maybe just to me).
Now, on to the show. Hosted by the lovely Susan at Stony River:
It was the summer of '65 and Curt and Will told everyone they'd whip those Commies in Vietnam and be home for the '66 picnic season.
Elsie looked at the picture in dismay. She could not recognize a single person in it, even her Jim. Nothing would bring her memory back, they feared.
And for my "I'd rather be..."
I'd rather be at work than well, quite frankly, a lot of places. Work is quiet right now. And no one is fighting. No one is touching each other, or stealing other people's toys. Nobody needs me to help them use the potty, or make them lunch. Nobody wants my attention. And I'm good with that. For now.