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100 Words – Doomed

doomed woods

I was once counted among the doomed of this land, but I found a haven in her arms. She gave me my soul back. Soon though the bill for this kindness will come due.

Fortunately she is not without need. Her line of work pays well when she can find work. Otherwise she must rely on her wits.

She waits for me somewhere in this night. I have the money she needs. She has what I want. We’ll both be satisfied. That is, if we survive. At the moment of exchange anything can go wrong. Tomorrow, will my mother weep?

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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: November 23, 2019

100 Words – Broken Beauty

water - broken beauty

Across the water, a skyline of trees. The sunset makes rainbows in the river. There is a highway somewhere out there. The traffic noise fades with dying light. To live in such beauty and still be miserable. My soul is truly broken.

In the morning the sun will return. If I sleep I will greet it with hope. If not, acceptance of another day of not living up to expectations. One of these days the big switch in my head will click and all will be well. I will go forth and fulfill me destiny.

Till then, I will wait.

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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: October 26, 2019

100 Words – Time of Night

time of night, late

My favorite time of night. The bars are just shut and all the happy/horny couples head for bed. Groups of failed hook-ups laugh off their failure as they wait for the bus. Then, there he is, the lonely loser walking home alone. No one will ever miss him.

His fancy shoes clip clop unsteadily down the empty sidewalk. My sneakers squish in the last remnants of the earlier rain, but he’s to drunk to hear or care.

Then I curse myself. A nearly silent electric car passes me and slows near my meat. He stumbles in. God, I hate Uber!

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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: October 19, 2019

100 Words – Neon Clock

neon clock

She stood beneath the neon clock waiting for him. I knew it was a him. It’s always a him and that’s where they always wait.

Judging from her amazing looks I imagined that he would be her equal. She was elegant and angular. Maybe he would be the same. Or maybe he would be round in contrast. Kind of like me, but dressed better.

I never found out. He never came. At twenty past the hour she gave up and left. It wasn’t till she was gone that I thought maybe she was waiting for me. I need better clothes.Facebook LogoTwitter Logo

Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: September 7, 2019

100 Words – Body Bag

river waiting for body bag

Raul unfurled an official-use-only gray and green Fulton County Medical Examiner’s Office body bag. He filled it with pine needles, a few twigs and threw it in the river. The swift water carried it downstream and into the path of the flashlight. Much yelling followed.

Raul turned to Carl, “Run. Now.”

Carl’s confusion deadened his reaction. He truly expected to be inside that bag by now.

“It’s up to you,” Raul said as he started down the path downstream. “You’ve got about twenty minutes head start.”

Carl grinned and ran upstream to the highway. The sun would be up soon.Facebook LogoTwitter Logo

Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: August 24, 2019


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