A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in Sammi’s Comment Section.
AMERICAN LEGACY
Nineteen years ago, I experienced southern hospitality in Selma, Alabama with friends
A restaurant we went to served wonderful food with a side of grisly history. A pit beside the front door had been a holding cell for slave auctions. I lost my appetite.
As we drove over the Edmund Pettis bridge my heart swelled. I imagined the hundreds of American citizens who marched across it, tenaciously fighting for what was rightfully theirs.
No fiction in this story. Guess it’s the time of year. Martin Luther King Jr. day is tomorrow in the States. He was a true American Hero who leaves behind a legacy…for all Americans. (At least that’s how I see it.)
Dear Rochelle,
Perfect timing for your piece, indeed.
Shalom and lotsa tenacious love,
Dale
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Dear Dale,
We can but hope for peace and unity. Thank you, my friend.
Shalom and equally tenacious hugs,
Rochelle
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Persecution based on skin colour is an affront to the human race.
I am reminded, m’lady, of what George Foreman said about Muhammad Ali: “I don’t call him the best boxer of all time, but he’s the greatest human being I ever met.”
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Dear CE,
I wholeheartedly agree. Thank you for your encouraging words and the great quote from Mr. Foreman.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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What an emotional trip that was for you. I remember you telling me about it a few years back.
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Dear Jan,
It was indeed an emotional trip. In more ways that one. 😉 Thank you, m’luv.
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An iconic bridge, that still serves as both a memorial and an inspiration.
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Dear Iain,
One can almost feel the souls that marched. It was quite a feeling.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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We’ve almost crossed the bridge but there’s still a way to go. A timely piece Rochelle.
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Dear Keith,
Perhaps if good people unite and keep putting one foot in front of the other we’ll manage to get there. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Timely piece, and I loved your reading, especially as you were recounting a personal visit to Selma. We need to be reminded how great was the struggle and what remains to be done with courage and grace.
Shalom,
Dora
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Dear Dora,
I so appreciate your encouraging words. Thank you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Such perfect timing for this, not only for MLK Day, but for the realities of tenacity we are called to hold on to and remember, especially under the onslaught of those who wish to undo democracy, undo human rights, and undo kindness and honor and the peaceful transition Americans had fought to have and had been the symbol of for years around the world.
Here’s to tenacity, hope, and truth,
Na’ama
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Na’ama Y’karah,
It’s where the muse directed me this morning. We’re all feeling it, aren’t we? Agreed. To tenacity, hope, truth and
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yep. If we are not feeling, even more is wrong with us … 😉
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Dear Rochelle,
I really liked your take on the prompt. A reminder of the injustice many faced then and sadly, are still facing today.
Shalom,
Adele
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Dear Adele,
Thank you for your affirming and encouraging words. Some day…
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. I always learn something from your stories.
We don’t celebrate Martin Luther King Jnr Day in the UK, but we will be remembering his dream. Racial prejudice has no place in our world.
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Dear Jenne,
I often wonder what would have happened had he not been gunned down. A sad day in American history. Thank you so much.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Very inspirational, Rochelle.
A year following the 1965 marches and Bloody Sunday, I recall driving through Selma. Even then, it was a tense time. Maybe we didn’t start the fire, but we’ve not extinguished it either.
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