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#FF — A Happy Meal

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

She layered their shirts and pants before putting their threadbare thrift store coats on them. The oversized boots they’d had to choose because that’s all that was left were an advantage in winter. More room for layers of socks. Their hats, scarves, and mittens, donated by the ladies of the nearby nursing home, were thick and warm.

Every morning by eight-thirty, she and the children waited in the park. At eight forty-five they crossed the street and got in line. At exactly nine, the door under the welcoming stone archway opened to warm air and the happy smells of breakfast.

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Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the inspiring host of Friday Fictioneers.  I must also give a nod to Dale Rogerson’s lovely photo today!  Wow!

50 thoughts on “#FF — A Happy Meal

  1. Evocative and truthful. I know some such children. I’ve fed some such children. The care and tenderness is palpable. And underneath it, the desperate determination. Well done! Such an important reality to raise awareness to.

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  2. Lisa, I love the inherent resilience and joy in this story: funny, those of us who don’t have to rely on the generosity of strangers are rather more prone to self-pity than gratitude for all we have.

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  3. At my last apartment the line to the local city food distribution center always stretched around the block. I hope they are still doing it. No one should have to be hungry in this country. (K)

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    1. p.s. The trend around here now is food trucks, where the semis park in a large parking lot and people either walk up or pull up with their cars. I’ve seen some of the stuff on food trucks. It will keep you alive but none of it looked that great. It’s a shame that the castoffs are given to the desperate and then the company writes it off as charity 😦 I hope your soup kitchens are better there.

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      1. The ones run by the city were coordinated with school breakfast and lunch programs. I’m not sure they were great, but they were not “leftovers”. There are also lots of different soup kitchens, many run by churches, but I don’t know where they get their food. I know restaurants give their leftovers to some organization but I’m not sure how it gets distributed. It’s so awful people feel ashamed to ask for help in this country…one of our worst cultural faults.

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    1. Middle class is being elbowed into the lower class and the rich aren’t giving away much of anything, especially when the leaders refuse to tax them appropriately. This leaves so many scrabbling to survive. Compound it all with covid and you’ve got a catastrophe.

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  4. You capture the ambivalence of the situation very well. There is the struggle to provide adequate clothing, the kindness of many, the pleasure of a good breakfast, and through it all comes the mother’s pride in making sure that her children are adequately clothed and fed whatever that takes. And what you don’t say is as telling as what you do say.
    Good, subtle writing. A story with a warm heart.

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