Harder Before It Can Get Better
Drabble Drop : Inflate
The societal struggle with cost of living is a finely tuned conundrum. The economy is struggling, the people are struggling and the solution to make it better, will only make it harder.
We feel the government should be offering further handouts to those in need, but unfortunately these handouts would only inflate the economy, causing the inflation rate to rise and therefore, the cost of living to increase immeasurably.
It’s certainly a damned if you do, damned if you don’t scenario that all of society is grappling with.
It’s time we all considered bringing back the ‘Help Thy Neighbour’ mentality.
I was challenged to write a drabble of the word ‘inflate'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
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Comments (2)
If definitely a damned if you do and damned if you don't situation. Loved your drabble!
Exquisitively expressed!!! Loved it!!!