Hi-Tech Corruption
Their operations were smooth, enameled and HUED in pure colors. Windy's parents left her a company with a brand built on integrity and trust. For years, her life was a GLIDE, filled with peace and flowing effortlessly. Now, neither Windy nor her husband could GRASP the gravity of their decisions. They could only stare at each other and GASP, feeling betrayed and deceived. Windy and Frank departed, and there was no turning back, as the dye had clearly been cast.
Their problems were spreading like wild fires and growing like well-watered VINES. Their appointment with hostility and misunderstandings rose like a thermometer in mid afternoon on a summer day. Just to INHALE an encouraging flow of fresh support would have been welcomed like water
in a desert. Such fortunes never came, and they were left empty and dry, with nothing to pass on to their children.
They knew that every piece of their philosophical real estate that they once were able to CLASP with pride was now a slippery slop; and all they could do presently was to HOLD on to what respect and reputation they had left.
They and their loyalists had failed to detect an enemy within. They used to SOAR like eagles; but now, high tech corruption had ruined their lives. They could only CLUTCH and cling to each other and pray for a better day.
062521PSCtest, Writing Prompt-Grasp, Constance La France. 4P
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2021
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