Posts Tagged ‘Fight’
Jul
The Meaning Of Divorce: As Told By A Seven Year Old
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
My name is Caleb Jones. What does divorce mean? It means daddy doesn’t live here anymore. It means mommy and daddy used to fight, now daddy moved away. I don’t cry anymore. I can only see daddy on the weekends. Oh joy. My room seems grayer than I remember it being. My teddy bear, Howard, I hug him tighter than before.
Should I go out to play today?
No it’s raining, that’s ok I’ll read the book daddy bought me, last Christmas. It’s a good book. I read aloud. I can still smell daddy’s pipe as I read. Good night.
From Guest Contributor, Doug Robbins
Mar
There Lies The Gun
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There lies the gun.
After years of gathering information, months of undercover work, weeks of planning tonight’s sting, and hours of waiting for the motorcade to arrive, the situation has unravelled.
There lies the gun.
The gun is the only weapon within easy reach. They both know it. As soon as one of them makes a move, they’ll both lunge for it, and then one of them will be shot.
There lies the gun.
A flinch, and they are fighting. Neither was quick enough.
There lies the gun.
By now the President is most likely dead.
There lies the gun.
Dec
The Agony Of Farmland
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Ellie drove while I fiddled with the radio. Neither of us spoke. It had been that way for an hour now. I wasn’t angry like before and I was hoping she’d apologize so I could say it was okay. But then she’d sigh in that petulant way and my anger would resurface. There was no way I’d be the first to give in again.
The silence stretched on as the highway grew flatter and the forests were replaced by farmland. She’d better apologize before we reached my parents’. They’d probably side with her like they’ve done with all my exes.
Apr
Tiny Carrots
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Baby Joey watched the spectacle from safely beneath the kitchen table. His parents were measuring the brisance of hurled kitchen items and all he could think about were the two tiny carrots prominently displayed on the battlefield linoleum.
To get to them, he would have to crawl into the crossfire. The dishware made the loudest noise. The cutlery, especially the cleaver, certainly seemed the most dangerous.
But overall, from Baby Joey’s way of looking at things, the eggs and tomatoes were the most enjoyable to watch explode.
With all the distractions, he soon forgot about the tiny carrots. Stupid baby.