August, 2025 Archives
Aug
Their Saturday Morning Walk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“How was it Ed?”
By 10:30, Ed returned with Frodo, after their Saturday morning walk. Frodo, a Labrador retriever, immediately went to his food dish.
“I played fetch with Frodo in the park. He chased a squirrel, Edna, and they ran into the middle of a parade. I caught him, then we went by Sawyer’s place.”
“Was his forsythia in bloom?”
Cornelius Sawyer had an almost pathological attraction to his bush.
“Yeah…Frodo peed all over it, Edna. Then Sawyer threw a brick at him.”
“That was it?”
“No, he threw a tennis racket at me.”
“Oh…So, nothing unusual.”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Aug
Man’s Best Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My wife said I treated Tobasco better than I treated the kids. I walked him three times a day.
I took him water skiing and skydiving. I fed him rib tips and chili for dinner. He’s ridden shotgun
in my Ferrari more than my wife. She has a conniption because I gave Tobasco a 24-karat gold
funeral with a sterling silver tombstone and cremated her mother. The heifer didn’t like me anyway.
Tobasco didn’t complain about dinner, clothes, and require $1000 cell phones. He didn’t fail in
school and talk back. Excuse me while I cry and blow snot everywhere.
From Guest Contributor Gary L. Dozier
Aug
Release The Hounds
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The mob surrounded the exterior fence, wielding an array of weaponry, everything from baseball bats and hockey sticks to handguns and automatic weapons. Policy that made a lot of sense when the ire was directed at the liberal elites now seemed short-sighted.
“Thomas, let’s see what they think of our dogs.”
“Very good, sir.”
He’d imported a dozen trained attack dogs from Israel. Not enough to fend off a hundred armed individuals, but he found it hard to believe these peasants were prepared to shoot an animal.
The barks dissipated faster than he expected.
“They came prepared, sir. With steaks.”
Aug
Nameless Here Forever
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Something in the manner the June sun slants through my bedroom window sears my heart.
It burns through, red-hot, singeing its muscles and sinews but not its memories.
For it was on a blistering day like this that terror, treachery, vengeance and death engulfed.
A whirling hate storm, sowed by unknown faces in unknown places, which ravaged my known.
We could neither resist nor understand these demons who killed without remorse.
Who left us with our dead, the dregs of our lives and nameless here forever.
My homecoming, ten years hence, brings deep summer sadness, which will remain within forever.
From Guest Contributor Chitra Gopalakrishnan
Aug
Bad Parenting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brandon is so excited he can barely speak. “So Pain Cake climbs onto the top rope when the ref isn’t looking and drops onto Big Beef with his patented Jagged Edge.”
“Pain Cake?”
“Yeah. He flattens you like a pancake, and it’s extremely painful.”
“I see.”
“Then Captain Atomic runs out of the locker rooms with a German Shepherd and chases everyone out of the ring. And guess what happens next…”
“Mm-hm.”
“Mom, you aren’t listening!”
“I’m listening. I’m just driving. Go on.”
“This is literally the greatest thing that’s happened in my entire life and you don’t even care.”