As Jocelyn made her way through the people traffic, she considered how appropriate her name was.  Jostling!  Jostling people; jostling schedule; jostling budget. She smiled.  She loved the start of a new day.

She observed the faces of others.   Stoic.  Sorrowful.  Bland.   Empty.  Some excited, some smiling.  Most revealed stress.

She felt a rough bump from “Stress-Face.”   Taking the blame, she said, “Sorry. Have a good day.”  She received a smile in return.  Two people benefited.  Five words.  What a small price to pay.  But speaking to one’s street people was as taboo as speaking to one’s elevator companions.  Why?


Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers Picture prompt.  Rochelle, I just took this prompt off your web.  Now I can’t find it.  I don’t know what happened but I am posting.  Can’t do the green frog.  It is for a different picture.  Sorry.  I can’t find to whom credit is due for the picture.  Maybe I’m a week behind.  But I like my story so posting for my readers anyway.


Hey, I finally found this picture.  And it is yours from Aug 14.  Call me late!!!  My computer is sometimes very slow.  I think I might have caught the picture before all of your blog was uploaded.  Sorry.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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