September, 2017 Archives
Sep
Acknowledgement
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He shouldn’t have to insist on special treatment. It’s no longer special at that point. Besides, he wanted to maintain the same humble demeanor as before. Success and fame shouldn’t change who he is, right?
But here he was, waiting with everyone else. Not one person had acknowledged his big breakthrough.
“More eggs, Brian?”
“Yes, please.”
He appreciated the gesture, but you’d think a guest appearance on CSI would bump him to the head of the table, not stuck in between his siblings while breakfast was served. Besides, the eggs were cold. Some Christmas this was turning out to be.
Sep
The Unexpected Drive Home
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The rain pelted against the windshield and traffic was at a standstill. Impatient drivers honked their horns to no avail and I tuned them out with my radio. Finally, the traffic began to move, but the rain didn’t let up. Every car was crawling. My stomach gurgled from hunger and my throat was parched. It had been two hours.
As I reached the drawbridge crossing there was an ambulance. Two cars collided head-on and a body laid on the ground covered with a black tarpaulin.
I shut off the radio and drove the rest of the ride home in silence.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Sep
Lure Of The Surf
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Chatter heightened in a resort restaurant.
“She’s a striking beauty,” someone blurted. “Out surfing every day,”
another added. “Can’t miss.”
Ken placed lunch servings before the patrons, imagining running into
someone like that.
When work ended, he headed for the beach. Between relationships,
feeling low, he sought peace by the sea. Surfers dotted distant
sparkling waters. Their faces couldn’t be distinguished.
Next day, Ken served the same group of diners who had talked so
passionately about the mystery woman.
“She’s walking ashore holding a surfboard,” someone shouted.
Everyone, including Ken, turned to look out the window.
It was his sister.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
Sep
Territorial
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Allison refused to budge. By all rights, she was entitled to stay in this booth as long as she liked. She’d bought a latte after all, never mind that had been well over three hours ago.
She looked around the coffee shop, hoping to find an empty table somewhere else she could direct the interlopers. They were in the midst of the lunch rush, however, when all the students got out of classes. There really were no other options.
“I suppose we can share.” Allison grudgingly scooted over and made room for the happy couple.
Oh, how she hated them.