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Daily Prompt : Plop


Plop went the food into the bowl.
It wasn’t food that would be easily recognisable to you and me.
Mush, gruel, a tastless concoction dished out with contempt,with complete disregard to the recipient.

They never wanted to be here.
This wasn’t the life they’d chosen.
But, in this world, where your birth, your class is the be all and end all, there was nothing that could change the course of their downward spiral.

Plop. And with a snarl, a looking down your nose stare, the bowl is filled.
Plop. Be grateful for this meal. Be thankful for the charity.
As the bowl hits the floor, swiftly followed by its holder, whose fall is seen as just one less mouth to feed.
Plop went the food into the bowl…



There's always stuff in life we're not sure of. I'm thankful , and eternally grateful, to have a love for God. Yes, I've put my life, my family, my everyday existence, into God's more than capable hands. Some would say I'm mad, some would pooh pooh the idea... As General Melchett once remarked in Blackadder Goes Forth.."You know, if there's one thing I've learnt from being in the Army, it's never ignore a pooh-pooh. I knew a Major, who got pooh-poohed, made the mistake of ignoring the pooh-pooh. He pooh-poohed it! Fatal error! 'Cos it turned out all along that the soldier who pooh-poohed him had been pooh-poohing a lot of other officers who pooh-poohed their pooh-poohs. In the end, we had to disband the regiment. Morale totally destroyed... by pooh-pooh!" So, have a read, have a think. I don't have all the answers, but I know a man who has ;-)

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