Zip, zero, zilch. That’s how many words I think I can get out of this, Fred. I thought when you hired me for this job that you wanted me for my hard-hitting reporting. But you got me covering a smalltown Easter parade nearly a month after it is already over. I am not a lifestyle writer, but I did spend some time in the obits. Is that what you want from me? This parade is dead and gone. Here you go: One bumfuck-Egypt Easter parade obituary coming up. Grieved by my credibility and my now defunct reporting career.
I wrote this poem following Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt ‘zip, zero, zilch.’ If you would like to read more about her challenge, check out her sight here: https://lindaghill.com/2022/04/29/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-april-30-2022/