Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!
PHOTO PROMPT © TED STRUTZ
Fuel Poverty
Her marijuana was hidden above the reach of the kids. It was her lifeline.
Noreen emptied the mailbox. Two red reminders and a Final Demand. How could they use so much electricity and yet be cold all the time? She’d asked about insulation, but there were no grants for trailers – a mobile home was not a building.
She switched off the tumble-dryer; that monster ate electricity. “My blouse is wet, Mommy,” whined five-year-old Reena.
Baby Kyle started to wail. Teeth, Noreen supposed.
She glanced up at her stash. No. Keep it until she really needed it in the evening chill.
Marijuana was her fuel to get going.
The other fuel- Electricity- costs are pretty high. Hope the conservation tactics work.
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Thank you for commenting, Anita. Marijuana, in very small quantities, was her analgesic to enable her to bear the cold and hunger.
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Dear Penny,
You set the stage brilliantly in few words. I could feel the chill in the air and Noreen’s despair.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle
Thank you for your sympathetic comment. Once you’re in the poverty trap, it’s very difficult to escape.
Shalom
Penny xx
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So sad choosing drugs over the kids. What a rotten mother! Great story Penny.
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Walk a mile in Noreen’s shoes before you judge her, Mason. She’s a good mom. Because I only have 100 words I can’t list all the ways she’s a good mom, but note that her little girl is dressed in clean clothes. Noreen uses a (very small) amount of marijuana as an analgesic, and although she’s tempted to use it during the day, she saves it until she really needs it.
Once you’re in the poverty trap, especially if you’re a single parent, it’s very difficult to escape.
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Even still, nobody should bring drugs home especially when they have kids.
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A matter of survival. I hope the kids don’t go hungry.
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Thank you for your sympathetic comment, Iain. Noreen feeds the kids as best she can, but I’m afraid that when the maintenance cheque doesn’t arrive, the kids are hungry (not as hungry as Noreen, mind you, who puts food in front of the kids and goes without where necessary).
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A grim and effective portrait, Penny
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Thank you for your kind comment, Neil. I’m glad you found the writing effective.
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What a sad situation to find herself in. KIds she loves and a habit she can’t kick.
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Thank you for commenting, Keith. Her situation is, as you say, sad. It would be better if the children’s father paid his maintenance in full and on time…
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Unfortunately Noreen’s circumstances are too common. I hope she can handle it.
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Thank you for your sympathetic comment. Noreen only uses small amounts of marijuana, and isn’t an addict, and she loves her kids. I think she’ll survive – but whether she’ll escape from poverty, who knows?
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I automatically went into “therapist mode” when I started reading your story. Then I realized I wasn’t required to fix anything 🙂 You told this woman’s story so well, including the lack of a breadwinner aka her children’s father. Divorce is the main cause of the povertization of women in America. I don’t know the stats for other places. Lots of underlying tragedy in this situation.
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Thank you for your thoughtful and empathic comment, Linda. I’m pleased you feel I told the story well.
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That poor woman! So atmospheric, Penny. I’m glad she had her wee bit of marijuana for some relief.
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Thank you for your kind comment. I’m pleased you felt the story was atmospheric. Yes, her marijuana gives her a little relief from her almost intolerable circumstances.
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Ah, the reality of all too many, especially single parents, especially even more so single mothers, who are turning every dime (and every ounce of energy and patience) a hundred ways in desperate attempts to stay sane and keep their children reasonable safe in the process. Poverty rears its ugly head still. So though we can hope that recent measures may help cut the poverty rate in half, there is more we can – and ought, as humans – do to offer support to those in need. Well penned!
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Thank you for your thoughtful and sympathetic comment, Na’ama. The trouble with being poor is that everything works against you. You have no car? Public transport and cabs are an expensive option. You have an old, cheap car? Fuel consumption is much higher so you pay more per mile. Mobile home? You can’t get grants for insulation, so your heating bill is high and the place is still cold. We need to somehow deal with the systemic biases that make it expensive to be poor.
Sorry – rant over!
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I am all for that rant. These are truths that need to be said, and realities that too many prefer to continue to ignore, or worse – make as if it is the fault of the person who is poor for ‘not planning better’ or some such. Here’s to compassion and better solutions.
Na’ama (waving from her own soapbox)
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🙂
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Oh man I have been there, but it wasn’t weed in my case. It’s a rough cycle.
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Dear Josh,
I’m sorry you’ve experienced this poverty trap. It must be awful. Thanks for your kind comment.
All the best
Penny
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You tell a very big story in 100 words. Had you a thousand words more I am not sure that the cycle would break and afford a happy ending.
Well done.
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Thank you for such a kind comment. I fear you’re right about the low likelihood of a happy ending.
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Dear Penny,
This was a hard story to read. You painted us a picture of poverty and need, but also a woman whose desperation has only the “safety net” of her marijuana stash. When she escapes into her drug-induced haze, what will happen to the children? Heart-rending.
∼🕊Dora
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment. While it’s not explicit in the text, it is implicit that Noreen is a user rather than an addict – she can, for example, postpone the pleasure until the evening. She can’t afford enough to be helplessly intoxicated. While we might prefer that she wasn’t a user, it probably won’t seriously impact her children – not as much as vodka, for example. We live in a fallen world, and we mustn’t let the perfect stand in the way of the good!
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After re-reading, I truly can’t see Noreen putting her kids in danger. One has to wonder where her husband is, or his child-support, or the extended family and friends. But that would take a novel to tell.
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A sad tale, but Noreen seems like a strong, well-meaning character trapped in difficult circumstances.
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Thank you for your thoughtful and kind comment. Strong and well-meaning was very much how I imagined Noreen. I think that she’ll raise some decent kids.
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Yes! 👍
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It’s terrible that the basics such as electricity cost so much. Everyone should have a right to a basic standard of living. Not the reality thought. Thoughtful story Penny.
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Thank you for your empathetic comment, Tannille. We gradually make progress towards greater social justice – witness universal healthcare systems, for example – and it would be good to think this trend will continue. UBI (Universal Basic Income) looks like the next step, and it would certainly make an immense difference to Noreen.
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A terrible situation to be in. She’s obviously not addicted to the drugs or she would have taken them right there, as borne out by your previous comments. I hope she can find a way through.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Ali. Noreen is devoted to her kids. With just a little luck, I think she’ll pull through.
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Priority goes out the window when you are down and in dire straits.
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Thank you for commenting, James. Noreen’s priorities are to keep a roof over the family’s heads and food on the table.
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Such an air of desolation and desperation here. Well done, Penny.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Sandra. I’m glad you felt the desolation and desperation.
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The atmosphere is great, Penny, and I can’t but feel for Noreen and her kids. What makes me angry are the circumstances. And I better stop right there before this becomes a rant… 🙂
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Thank you for your passionately felt comment, Gabi. I’m glad that this story makes you angry; nobody should live in that sort of poverty in the 21st century.
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She was trying to make it through as best she could. There are too many in this world who get trapped in the horrible grind of poverty and have no way out it. Excellent writing. I felt her despair.
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Thank you for your compassionate comment, Brenda. Everything is stacked against the poor.
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i guess it’s really tough to be a single mom. she deserves that stash.
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Thank you for your sympathetic comment, Plaridel. Noreen is lucky that her sister gives her small amounts of marijuana occasionally.
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Single Mom”s have a tough life for sure.
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Thank you for commenting. Yes, they certainly do.
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Another true slice of life. Well done!
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Thank you for your kind comment.
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I feel bad for this family, they seem to be in a patch of rough times. As my mom says, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”
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Thank you for your kind comment, Jade. I agree with your mom that, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”
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You’re welcome, Penny.
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Such a sad and powerful story. Thank you for sharing.
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A skillful portrait of enduring poverty and despair. It’s well done Penny.
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Thank you, Francine
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You’ve given us such a clear glimpse into the hardships she faces and the fortitude she needs to get through everyday life. Well-structured and sensitively told.
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Thank you for such a kind comment. I tried quite hard to capture the reality of her poverty.
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