good karma

I tried to write the whole story of my good karma dollar. No bueno. It was long and windy and drab. So I scratched it and wrote it as a brief scene instead. Here it is.

The sun wasn’t even up yet when I closed the door to my apartment and walked down the steps. I did my daily “ice dance” across the parking lot: slipping and skidding as I try not to fall. I had almost reached the relative safety of the sidewalk when I saw it. Two more steps and then I stopped and backed up. A lone dollar bill peeked out of the snow, fluttering in the cold wind. I picked it up. One edge was ripped and tinged with melted candy. Although it had obviously had a hard life, it was a still a dollar. I smiled and put it in my pocket. The day was looking up.

The prompt for this coming week is something hard. I'm going to write a poem because it scares me. You can write whatever you are afraid of, be it poetry or sci-fi or non-fiction.

Peace and blessings. Over and out.