Prompt Challenge Fourteen: Practical Women, Dust, Lunar Orbiter Pic

[senmut]

Welcome to the fourteenth prompt for Half a Moon 2020!

Today's prompts are:

Practical Women

and

Dust and/or

No prompts are required, they're just here to provide the challenge if you need one. You can post your works as a response to this post or separately to the community, just remember to tag your works appropriately.

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Fifth Millennium, Shkai'ra

[senmut]

They all said the colt wouldn't be tamed. They'd use him to stud the mares, but no warrior would ride him to war.

Shkai'ra would prove them wrong.

She stole every second she could get, took time to find fruit and grains that were perfect. That colt was to be hers, and hers alone. She went to the fields, and just waited for him to come, lying in the high grass with her offerings.

Night, midday, morning — whenever she could, she was there with gifts for the colt alone.

When the kinfast did the round up, he came to her.

Simple Economics - OZ - Diane Wittlesey

[cmk418]

Diane Wittlesey was nothing if not practical. When they told her that they would no longer pay for extra shifts, she knew she had to get the money somehow. The way she saw it, she was paying to keep food on the table and make sure that DeeDee had everything she needed to have as good a life as a correctional officer’s kid could have. And it wasn’t as if she was breaking the law, she might have been bending a few internal rules- rules, she might add, that were only a few months old. She wasn’t bringing in drugs, nothing that drastic. If a few piss-pots wanted to die a prolonged and quiet death due to lung cancer, it was their lives to lose. She always preached good self-control when she went down the list of rules- if they couldn’t live without a cancer stick, she might as well be the one to make a few bucks off of it, and as trashy as he was, she knew she could trust Scott Ross to make sure she got her fair share. It was simple economics, supply and demand.

All she needed was to be sure that she never got caught.