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Just play: don't look at your hands! |
Ever have a phrase or idea come up a couple of times in short order? Isn't it just begging for your attention somehow? It is mine. At work we've been talking about boundaries, which ones we need to watch in our relationship with clients, families and each other; how to mind our own boundaries to prevent burnout. In dealing with patients, or anybody, the ones I have the most trouble communicating with are people who think everything in the world is black and white. It is to them. One of our new CNA's described a patient as "messing with those stupid word puzzles all the time." And today she said she couldn't be expected to play Skip-Bo with a patient. She simply doesn't play games. My-o-my-o-my how different we all are! I read a poem this afternoon about boundaries. The Google ads on the page were for Roller Shades! ![]()
Here's one I liked even better that began with grey.
After winning the weekly Flash Fiction contest, with
I checked out the prompt for next week. You might consider entering! PROMPT: Write me a story, please, that takes place in a black and white (grayscale --white, light grays, dark grays, and black) world! (Of course, the reader must be able to tell that it is a grayscale world.
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