Posts Tagged ‘Car’
Apr
The Grieving
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The angel of death once thrust his face perilously close to mine. I can still smell his lurid breath when the wind blows across the green scummy water. Although it seems longer ago, it was only last year that he climbed into bed and cuddled with you. The survivors cope as best they can. One walks all around the car and carefully looks under it before getting in. And so I ask him, Whatever happened to the right to be lazy? An 18-month-old slipping under the water when her mother left her unattended in the tub for just a sec.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie’s newest poetry collection, Heart-Shape Hole, which also includes examples of his handmade collages, is forthcoming from Laughing Ronin Press.
Feb
First Meeting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
At first glance it appears to be a normal home with a wraparound porch and swing.
The windows are open, and the curtains blow in the warm breeze. Still, I can’t seem to move. Now, I must wonder why I insisted on this meeting. My life is fine. I have a wife and two boys. I don’t need to meet my mother.
She abandoned me, yet I need answers. Even as an adult, I feel as if I’m a child not understanding.
I exit the car and walk to the front door, take a deep breath, and ring the doorbell.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
Peaches
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I open the window with force to see what the commotion is. The street is filled with people standing and screaming. I see a glimpse of a shoeless foot, sock hanging. Long red hair catches my eyes, as does the smashed front windshield of a small car.
An ambulance approaches blaring its siren and the crowd shifts to the sidewalk.
Now I see the victim is my next-door neighbor and my heart palpitates.
Sitting on my lap is her kitten Peaches, who I pet sit.
I coddle the furry cat in my arms, and realize I’ll be his home now.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Dec
Every Mickle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The local Farmers’ Bank went belly up.
It was a cooperative concern, like many in the region. The Secretary of the Bank had taken a loan in her late husband’s name on forged documents. Almost all the staffers either embezzled or connived with the defalcators.
Investors, most of them traders and peasants, were shell-shocked. Some blamed themselves for their imprudence while others huddled indecisively.
Kali, the old woman who sold candles, also had a deposit in the bank.
As the bank’s director exited from his car, she confronted him.
“Where’s my money?” Kali yelled, catching the man by his collar.
From Guest Contributor Sathyajith Panachikal
Sathyajith. P.S has reconciled himself to the reality that it is impossible to be reborn in an ancient past with a smartphone and internet connection. Currently, he is trying in real earnest to regain the originality he had when he first chanced upon this planet.
Nov
Sweet Freedom
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Mira closes her eyes and concentrates.
“Very good, Mira. This time you held your concentration and an apple appeared.”
Mira takes a hard bite of the fruit with a distasteful expression. She is telekinetic, and her parents sent her to a special school for young adults with the same talent. She hasn’t forgiven them.
“Try it again, only think larger.”
Mira resumes her position and raises her lips into a grin.
The roof caves in, and a black convertible appears, surrounded by falling rubble. Mira gets in, puts the car in gear and speeds through the debris into sweet freedom.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Oct
Caught
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The car is in park, with the air-conditioner cranked. I finish my ice-cold soda, and would like another, but I’m not leaving this spot. It’s broad daylight and people are walking to work or taking their kids to school. I can’t wait until this is over so I can go home and get some much-needed sleep. A cold beer and cool shower will do nicely too.
She exits the apartment wrapped in his arms passionately kissing. I snap the photos with my cell phone and text the pictures to her husband. I put the car in drive.
My payment awaits.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Jul
Paid In Full
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Damn you. I hope they will make you pay for this.”
She stood up and walked out on me.
On our first date.
I had carefully checked the reviews and when I made the reservation I insisted on having the best table.
All dressed up, shaved and slightly perfumed I picked her up in my car.
“A surprise!”, I said when she asked me where we were going to.
Looking at today’s special of the Grill House, she could not stop gagging.
I truly didn’t know she was a vegetarian.
And of course, they made me pay for this.
From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys
Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.
Jun
Just Looking
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Entry:
Carl pulled over beside a car in the parking lot and said, “Wow. Look at that Maserati.”
Duke replied, “I thought that you were a one car guy. Aren’t you crazy about Josie?”
“Sure, but a car can look, can’t he? You’re in love with Sheila, but you stare at good looking women.”
“That’s fair, but I didn’t know that it worked with cars as well as people.”
“Think about it Duke, humans gave AI to cars, shouldn’t we act like you?”
“Guess you are right. I’ll pick up the groceries, and we can get back to our better halves.”
From Guest Contributor Doug Hawley
Jun
Choices
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Robots Contest Entry:
The salesman gently touched the ‘sale completed’ icon.
“Lovely. I have your choices.
Color, size, and finance.
As you know, the ‘AI Whoosh’ will be delivered preloaded with all your personal preferences.
Music, regular routes, and recharging stations.
That just leaves us with your safety level preferences.
Six questions for you to answer, A or B.
Ready?
Your car sensors detect that a child is about to step in front of you.
How do you want your Whoosh to react:
A. Ensuring your own safety; continuing in a straight line?
B. Putting your safety at risk; swerving across the road?”
From Guest Contributor John Holmes
John, based in the North East of England, is a writer of short fiction. Winner of the The Times Short Crime Fiction Story prize. In the last 12 months has appeared in Paragraph Planet, 101 Words, Fragmented Voices, Pen to Print, Glittery Literature, Globe Soup, Drabble, Bag of Bones and Ellipsis Zine. When he’s not writing, he’s out cycling – soaking up new stories.
Apr
Demonstration
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I’m going to eliminate demonstration presentations from my Speech course. I was erasing the board after class tonight when a student approached me, asked if I’d approve a ritual for the assignment. “I’ll need to make an altar, bring a knife.”
I turned to face her, “Sorry… no, Moira, that’s not okay.”
She narrowed her eyes, whispered words I barely caught, “within wood…split a stone…find me there.”
I smiled weakly, “Was that a spell?”
She stormed out. I gathered my books and bag and walked quickly to the car. Under my blouse, my jasper cross tingled warm against my skin.
From Guest Contributor Yvonne Morris
Yvonne is the author of Mother was a Sweater Girl (The Heartland Review Press). Her most recent work has appeared in the Santa Clara Review, The Write Launch, and Friday Flash Fiction.