Posts Tagged ‘Eyes’
Mar
Sanity
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It started to rain as I got down from the ramshackle bus at the edge of the nondescript town. “Which way is the Nowhere Inn?” I asked the man hidden behind the newspaper. There was no response.
“Can you tell me which way…”
“Aren’t we all looking for the way…” the man had strangely glowing eyes. I noticed he had his paper open upside down. “I have an easier route for you…” He flicked out a knife.
Suddenly, a huge van with the legend NEW HOPE ASYLUM drew up.
It was time for me to return to my nightmarish home.
From Guest Contributor Sourya Chowdhury
Sourya is a sports journalist based in New Delhi
Mar
Our Understanding
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Will you wait for me? I was distracted in the company of voices. Remembered you when I realized the time.
I race, feet positioning haphazardly over cobblestone. Last narrow lane weaves through a city’s historic gate, connects me to the main square where I met you yesterday. Where pigeons scrambled for tossed seeds. Tourists watched.
I see you in the same location with the sun setting behind you. Your body pivots, face gestures into countless expressions. Your hands deliver a new story, in silence.
When you see me, your eyes smile. For you know I understand your art of pantomime.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. Her fiction and poetry have recently been published online and in journals at: Nailpolish Stories, 50-Word Stories, 100 word story, A Story in 100 Words, 101 Words, From the Depths (Haunted Waters Press), ShortbreadStories, and espresso stories. Her nonfiction has appeared in flash fiction chronicles and in Wild Lands Advocate. Krystyna resides in Alberta, Canada.
Mar
The Vigil
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Even to this day I curse, swear and kick myself for having dozed off that painful night. Though I kept vigil all through her illness, the feeling of guilt has never subsided.
She was my strength.
I knew the meaning of the cloudy eyes and immobility. After three consecutive nights, the strain on my eyes was too much and I slipped. It was at such a weak moment she chose to give up her fight…that hurt me.
My being awake at her last moments would mean nothing, but I feel guilty for expecting the death of my loving pet.
From Guest Contributor Thriveni C. Mysore.
Nov
On A Rainy Day
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Twenty years of door keeping had taught me not to be late to work. I started early on a rainy day. Just round the corner, I saw this puppy wet to the bone. I took him home, dried, fed, cuddled and put him in cozy box. I rushed to my work a good thirty minutes late. The big man called me in, fired me from service. I went back home.
Honest loving pair of eyes greeted me with joy. Twenty minutes care had raked such love in him, I felt, my twenty years of service just went down the drain.
From Guest Contributor Thriveni C. Mysore
Mar
The Alien
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
She had not seen a human before. She had read about them, of course, and heard endless stories from her father, The General. How they had saved the remaining few, bringing them back before Earth finally died.
The humans had not adapted well to their new home. Father said the trauma of what they had done marked their souls, and the majority did not survive long. Sometimes you heard reports, sightings…
He was as clumsy as the books suggested, but his eyes shocked her most. Shapeless, lonely grey eyes. Only regret was left. It was too late for anything else.
From Guest Contributor, Amy Evans