Posts Tagged ‘Chair’
Jun
I’m Alive
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
People come and go, they fuss and say they love me while doing everything that I cannot. They touch my arm, but I don’t feel it. They talk to me, but I cannot reply. Their mobile lives allow them freedom to gaze upon beauty or hide from the disgusting whenever they please, but I will forever remain seated in my chair, staring at the projections that appear on my television screen. My fault or not, a single moment brought me to this place; a car accident I barely remember. This is my life now, but at least I’m alive, right?
From Guest Contributor Michael Atherton
Sep
I’ve Changed My Mind
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The chair he was standing on kept wobbling as he tried to maintain his balance it was difficult but so far he was okay. He thought about his wife leaving him taking the kids one rainy day. His job as a salesman kept him on the road but he missed them and was always happy to walk through that front door until she left.. Damned he almost fell there this chair is dangerous. He thought about how they would not know he’d changed his mind if only he could get the damn rope around his neck untied lord forgive me!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
Sep
My Nana’s Custard Tarts
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Reflected by the low sun, her chair cast almost mechanical shadows.
Her milky waxy eyes somehow still sparkled.
She chuckled and a few chins flapped like defrosted chicken skin.
I sat pinned, and listened well.
So she told me about custard tarts.
“A good custard tart is rare you know, but you know when you have found one, the pastry is shorter than a long weekend, but as flaky as a veteran hippy! The filling, lovemaking of newlyweds, egg and vanilla, on velvet sheets of cream, complete with nutmeg confetti.”
We both sat grinning at the crumbs on our plates.
From Guest Contributor Christoctopus
Mar
Bankruptcy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The company declared bankruptcy this morning. Everyone is in shock. No-one saw it coming.
Overnight the company’s liquid assets vanished. No-one seems to know why or how.
In a numb state, I work as quickly as possible preparing the forms and statements the incoming Liquidator will require. My heart is not in it.
The Directors need to sign the documents. I enter the Boardroom freely, the door isn’t locked.
The five directors are standing around the boardroom table. Each has a suitcase open on a chair beside him. The table creaks under the weight of the cash piled on it.
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry O’Farrell is an actor living in Brisbane, Australia. Barry’s stories have appeared in Cyclamens & Swords, 50-Word Stories, and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
May
Old Flame
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Have you been scammed? Call now!” the billboard said. A man in a suit crossed his arms in defiance. She wondered if he could see her somehow. When she got home, she followed him online, looked at photos of his family. She explored the website of his alma mater and pictured him walking through the imposing, wooden doors of the library. She found his address, learned the square footage of his home.
At their first appointment, he stood up from his desk chair to greet her. “Nice to meet you,” he said. She stifled a giggle. How could he forget?
Sarah Vernetti is a freelance writer. She lives in Las Vegas, Nevada.