Jun
Don’t Start Now
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Christine clenched the sides of the arm chair to stifle a scream. She’d just broken up with Eric after three years of disregard laced with open disdain. For most of their relationship, she was expecting him to break things off himself for how little he seemed to care. The thought had both upset her and enticed her at the same time.
She’d finally found the courage herself and now he was saying he’d be better from now on. She knew he was lying, to himself if not to her.
The worst part was she wanted to give him another chance.
Jun
Feel Good, Inc.
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The instructions were supposed to be quite simple to follow, but to Charlie the line drawings could have been hieroglyphs for all the sense they made. In frustration, he tore open the packaging and pushed out one capsule after another, swallowing each with a large mouthful of water.
After a few minutes, his anxiety began melting away, replaced by a pleasant euphoria he hadn’t felt in ages. Whatever had been bothering him no longer mattered.
Someone called out from a great distance, using a name he didn’t recognize. They seemed very upset. He held out his last few pills invitingly.
Jun
Is It A Lie?
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Anna walks in and out of alleys to avoid the Gestapo, hiding bread and cheese under her coat to feed the Jewish child she is hiding.
Anna, a Catholic, met Helena in the neighborhood when they were children and have been friends ever since. When news broke that Hitler would be sending the Jewish to camps, Anna immediately took her friend’s daughter into hiding.
She makes it home without incident. Anna hurries upstairs to the attic and pushes the latch open.
Anna takes the girl in her arms and tells her everything will be all right.
Is it a lie?
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jun
Desert Tide
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Millions of years ago, this desert lay at the bottom of an ocean. The sand I’m walking on is the crushed bones of our ancestors, lost to time except for the polynucleotide chains twisted inside of us. Their collective memories have been encoded inside me. Had they not lived and died, I would not exist.
The desert stretches out of sight in all directions. It might never end for all I know. Even if I could arrive at the other side, how would I know I was there. You never know when you’ve reached the end. You can only guess.
Jun
Authority
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I know only one enemy in this world, that person who holds power over me. No matter how slight the exercise of authority, how minor the inconvenience, any attempt to coerce me in any manner, even if I would have otherwise been inclined to act in the desired fashion, will be met with the strongest disagreement within my power.
You insist I should eat more vegetables. I will only be eating meat from now on. I am a rebel. I am the rebellion. Tell me what to do one more time, and I’ll be the leader of a third-grade revolution.
Jun
Fantasy Winners
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Were the Newtown Bluebirds getting worse? Their last loss was 19-0. The one before that, 17-0.
Coach Mel Fromberg, at the practice field, addressed the Little Leaguers.
“Winners. We’re going to be winners.”
“Close your eyes, everybody. ”
It was to be a group-fantasy-session.
“See yourself as a winner. Then, see the whole team of winners…”
“Eddie? A winner?” Steve Bramwell, the second-baseman, said he couldn’t see it.
Eddie Franklin, the shortstop, said the same of Steve.
“Try again,” demanded Mel, his eyes still closed. But Steve? Eddie? The Bluebirds? Winners? What kind of task had Mel set for them all?
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Jun
Tank Man
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
No one knows where he came from. He simply appeared on the streets from nowhere.
He stood defiantly, one man against a nation, a beacon of hope, a harbinger of doom.
He became a symbol around the world. To many, he was an emblem of brave resistance. To some, he was a token of what one person can accomplish against all odds.
Nothing is known about who he is or what made him believe one man was able to stop an army.
No one knows what happened to him afterwards. But the truth is everyone knows what happened to him.
Jun
First Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I have waited for this moment since childhood. Now as an adult in my car with the engine running, I’m thinking of excuses to put my foot to the accelerator.
I remove my sunglasses and shut the radio in the middle of “You are the Wind Beneath My Wings,” and turn the car off. This song brings back memories of my wedding. I wish Melinda were still alive.
As I approach the porch and knock on the door, I hear footsteps stomping down the stairs.
Would it be my mother or father who’d I’d be meeting for the first time?
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
Angel On The Ground
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There’s no spark of recognition in her eyes when we pass. It’s as if we’d never met before.
There was a time, before we became lovers, when she never touched the ground. She was just a white spot against a dark blue sky, soaring like a cloud far out of reach.
I was never good enough for her, too insecure despite all the reassurances that I was the only one for her. These are the things you say to each other when you’re in love. It doesn’t matter that one day will prove them lies.
Now I’m the one flying.
May
Go Slow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
With her seat tilted back, she could only see the tree tops as they sped past. She squeezed his hand tightly, letting him know without words that she loved him, but also she hated it when he drove too fast. They could communicate a lot without words.
He eased off the pedal.
The car felt heavy, stuffed to the fenders with every possession she had in the world. Remembering her bedroom, empty except for the naked bed frame and the pink and yellow wallpaper she picked out when she was eleven, caused her to choke up.
‘Go slower,’ she said.