{"id":111039,"date":"2022-06-25T14:16:43","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:16:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111039"},"modified":"2022-06-25T14:16:43","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:16:43","slug":"evaluating-possibilities-prompt-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/evaluating-possibilities-prompt-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Evaluating Possibilities Prompt 5"},"content":{"rendered":"

Rosemarie sat on the open porch in the oak chair,<\/span><\/p>\n

the hardback book on the table beside her.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sunbeams washed over her. The book wasn\u2019t\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the Bible so she had to hide it from Jonas\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

or he\u2019d toss it to the pigs. Like he\u2019d done before<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t believe in any reading except\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Good Book, like his mama. But he didn\u2019t even<\/span><\/p>\n

read that anymore. The knitting bag sat at her feet.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Hearts in Love afghan pattern coming together. The<\/span><\/p>\n

afghan\u2019d be done by the end of summer, in time\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

for her to swap it for the soft leather satchel\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

that Burt wanted, the one that sat in the window\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

space at Wilson\u2019s General Store. She picked up\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

her wine glass, looked critically at the sour mash<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

in the sunlight. The sunflower on the label<\/span><\/p>\n

had grown up right by the back door.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But that\u2019s what that city feller\u2019d wanted. A picture\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

of a real sunflower. He\u2019d paid Jonas a wrinkled $20\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

bill to take that picture. Jonas didn\u2019t care about\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

the flowers by the house, but he kept the $20\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

instead of giving it to her. That\u2019d be his last mistake.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Rosemarie sat on the open porch in the oak chair, the hardback book on the table beside her.   Sunbeams washed over her. The book wasn\u2019t\u00a0 the Bible so she had to hide it from Jonas\u00a0   or he\u2019d toss it to the pigs. Like…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1339,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111039","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111039","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1339"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111039"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111039\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111071,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111039\/revisions\/111071"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111039"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111039"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111039"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}