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100 Words – The Trap

Randolph sat in his car eating his quarter pounder. The Pest Busters truck pulled up across the street and two men got out. One had a clipboard, the other a large box. Every ten feet or so along the small office building they placed and noted a series of rat traps. They circled the whole building then drove away. As Randolph was finishing his fries a rat appeared from a drain across the street. It sniffed its way along the building and into a trap. A few seconds later it and all the other traps exploded, leveling the office building.

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Tags: , | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: June 9, 2013

100 Words – Drums

Randolph heard the drums in the distance. Hippie noise pollution he thought then listened. Hidden in the chaos of clamber was something that didn’t fit. A rhythm that wasn’t one. Randolph climbed the path up the hill towards the noise. In the little meadow on the other side he saw the drum circle banging away. He stood looking down on them listening for what was wrong. Soon the drummers started trading solos and the fifth soloist was the one. No simple banging the bongos. She was sending a message. So simple. Three short, three long, three short. Morse code. S.O.S.

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Tags: ,, | Comments (0) | Author: Tom | Published: May 7, 2013


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