(randomly generated) Mandatory words: potato, magazine, carrot, day, cough
A balding 49-year old Hoosier with an unquiet mind and a way with words lifts a voice recorder from his shirt pocket and pushes the “record” button.
49 years old and what do I have to show for it? Another rejection from an on-line magazine. A former smoker’s cough. A body that increasingly looks like a potato.
Still, it’s a beautiful day. The road is well-paved before me. I can’t see into the distance, but well-rooted trees line my path.
He clicks the “stop” button. He puts the recorder back in his pocket, sits down on a bench and pulls a carrot out of a brown paper sack. As he puts it to his lips, two squirrels scamper up to his feet.
He smiles, breaks the carrot in half and places a half on the ground next to the squirrels. One squirrel begins to munch on the carrot. The other looks up at him with a pleading expression.
He smiles. “The Lord gives and the Lord takes away,” he says to himself, laying the other half of the carrot next to the second squirrel.
“Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
Word Count: 199