For Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle Wisoff
The Show
Mark, Bob and Marie would be the first white folks to ever witness this ancient tribal custom, they watched the white teepee nervously and waited. Their seats were a fair distance from the powwow circle but with binoculars they would have a good view.
“Billy Joe, come help the Medicine Man with his staff. The bloomin’ skull’s come loose again,” called Morning Star inside the teepee.
Billy Joe hastened to reattach the bleached skull.
Morning Star watched her little family and mentally crossed her fingers that tonight’s show would cover the repairs on the old blue truck and maybe supper.
word count 100
Til next time ~Peace ~JPP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 
They have to make a living… sad, though it is.
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Sometimes you’ve got to use what you’ve got to get through the day. Thanks for reading. 😉
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When you have nothing else, you trade your culture
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So sad and so true. Thanks for reading
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Real life behind the ‘show’? Nicely done.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you, it’s the only way I could explain the modern chairs. 😉
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Dear Spoonie,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. Such a timely tale. So much story layered between those lines. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you so much. I’m such a fan of the 100 word stories. Love the prompt.
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Such a shame, it seems degrading in some way, but they need to make a living.
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Yes, some days it’s about using whatever you’ve got left to make it through the day. Native Americans weren’t left with much but they’re adaptable. Thanks for reading.
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