It is a warm and windy Saturday. A gorgeous relief between winter cold and coming spring rains. I dash in and out today, torn between chores. But it is Saturday Centus day and I wanted to join Jenny! So below is my effort to her six word prompt: It was the summer of 1974.... For more 100 word stories and rules, go to http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2013/04/saturday-centus-week-154.html
I never liked Nixon anyway, but still I wished no one to suffer such abject humiliation. It was the summer of 1974 as I watched the television while rocking my first born. The geometric pattern in my double knit orange pants moved with each rock of the chair, but the baby didn't notice.
Nixon said he was resigning for the good of the country, and I hoped it were true. Remembering Washington’s cherry tree confession and Lincoln’s honesty at returning a dime from my grade school patriotic history lessons, I hoped for the country’s healing after deceit. Yet, I feared power would be the new evil.