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Share an instance in your life when you would have liked a do-over. With all due respect these prompts are killing me. To be shallow and snarky: I would have been to the manor born with an accountant, housekeeper and lawyer at my beck and call. I would have gone to any school I wanted to and been able to pay cash. Any failure would have been corrected by my staff and more cash. I would be living a Burger King life (having it my way) without ever having to develop the empathy that comes from struggling. I could be president. But... that's not my reality. There are numerous times when I would have liked a do-over. I've mulled over them for years. I've been severely traumatized by a few. I do not think it wise to blame and shame myself here. If I wanted to share I would. I don't. A do-over isn't merely correcting the color of nail polish or the type of shoes one wears. We all make mistakes. But some can go deep into the core of one's being. "O SON OF SPIRIT! Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou wast created." Hidden Words of Bahá’u’lláh, 22 (Part 1 from the Arabic). The flash fiction I wrote today was politically incorrect on so many levels. How do you mix a Cowboy, a horse (think Equus), a witch, a cauldron with its own mind, a cat and a group of vampires? In less than 300 words. This will never be considered among my best but someone might find it funny (in an absurd way or if you are warped!):
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