When I first saw this week’s photo prompt by Madison Woods, I thought “Gross!” But when I read that it was the result of vertical cutters leaving behind “an oozing, bleeding contingency of trees, vines and shrubs,” I felt sad. The next word that popped into my head was “mush.”
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My Flash Fiction:
“Any questions?” asked the teacher.
The students gawked at the photo. Some turned away in disgust. Several held their hands high, ready to come out of their seats with questions.
Finally, someone in the back of the room called out. “What would cause a brain to turn to mush?”
“Excellent question,” the teacher began. “Some say deterioration began with what they called the boob tube. Others say it was technology—computers, cell phones. That led to social media. Me? I think the beginning of the end came when group think became the ideal, somewhere in the early 2000’s, when holding a differing opinion became forbidden.”