Crime was a neighborhood problem when I lived in a suburb of Hanoi. Poverty was the norm in the 1990s, but the people of Vietnam were used to hardship and extreme austerity. My neighborhood was populated by thieves, sex workers, and what in the West would be considered petty criminals. Violence, including incidents of domestic abuse, was rare, and when it occurred, the perpetrator(s) would run away. Police were never called because, as one resident told me, why would you want to be robbed twice? Burglaries happened when houses were empty, so families made sure houses were never empty. Grandma, grandpa, a visiting relative, or even an older child remained home while the rest of the family went out. Thieves never threatened those with stay-at-home duties. Neighbors watched out for and helped each other but would turn a blind eye to an on-going burglary of an empty house next door. I recalled those times with something less than fondness as I saw this week’s photo prompt from Kat.
On a bright side, the prompt did not send me off on a political rant. I am very easily provoked. To illustrate this, and show an example of what lights my fuse, here is a link to one of my favorite daily blogs. This link will lead to political cartoons; they appear about once per week. Other days focus on prompts provided by the Tax Cheat in Chief, in his own words (with snarky commentary).
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Twittering Tales #137 – 21 May 2019
“911, what is your emergency?”
“That’s not an emergency, ma’am.”
“Are you in danger? What’s your address? I can send…
“Ma’am?! Please! Tell me your address!!!”
(Male voice) “Heaven maybe…or hell. Muhaha! Have a nice day. Bub-bye.”
Someone always had to be home; neighborhood crime was serious. I work all day; she took the kids and left for a time-out. I changed the locks. Each morning, I set the shotgun trap. She decided to return home early with keys that no longer worked. Looks like a permanent time-out.