Posts Tagged ‘Kiss’
Apr
Until Further Notice
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Thanks to social distancing, my co-worker Connor and I are finally alone. Only two employees at a time are permitted in the break room to clean out their lockers.
“Did you know Amazon Prime ships steel caskets in two days?” Connor looks at me, and my gut drops.
“What?”
“According to CNN, death rates are rising. We need to plan.”
Even when he says crazy things, he’s irresistibly cute.
“Look, it’s okay,” I say, “At least we weren’t fired.”
“I guess,” Connor sighs, “But how long will we work from home?”
I shrug. “So kiss me now before you can’t.”
From Guest Contributor Tammy Smith
Tammy is a social worker from New Jersey. Her writing has been published or is forthcoming in The Esthetic Apostle, Ailment: Chronicles of Illness Narratives, The Dewdrop, io Literary Journal, and Ariel Chart.
Oct
Mother
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Around nine O’clock at night, mother returned from work. She was exhausted. She had been working all day. She had brought doughnuts with her for her son. She put the bag of doughnuts in the kitchen and went upstairs to see him. The door of his room was cracked open. She opened the door carefully not to wake him up. She saw him sleeping. He was looking like an angel while sleeping. She went inside and stood there near the bedside for a while looking at his son. She leaned down and kissed her son’s forehead and left the room.
From Guest Contributor Sergio Nicolas
May
Kiss Your Ass Goodbye
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
There are always more volunteers than available spots on the firing squad. But the really terrible part isn’t how cold it is out. It’s how much I tremble. The I Ching advises, “Wait in the meadow,” meaning caring for a cow will bring luck. I can remember a time when everyone wasn’t in such a hurry to fuck off to somewhere. Now, whatever phone number I punch in, the suicide hotline picks up. I think about mentioning this to someone. And then I get distracted by the wind and the rain and the loud kissing noises they seem to make.
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Apr
His Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He returned to their place, behind a shrub. Where they as teenagers
watched practitioners exit a church. Where he kissed away her tears
after her father walked out, showering affection on a stranger.
She, the girl he played tag with in childhood. The one he dated
through high school. The one he wrote to after he moved out of the
city, and her letters stopped abruptly.
He watched between raindrops clinging to leafless branches. She exited
the church on the arm of another man. Wedding procession followed.
Rainstorm may have passed, but the storm in his mind had only intensified.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She
resides in Edmonton, Canada with her husband and stuffed animals and
many friends.
Feb
Patience Is The Hardest Virtue In Life
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Blessed be the Gods that bring forth the life I’ve longed for in this grove I thought I’d decay in. Even Warriors have weakness—an Achilles’ heel. Mine: the matching Fates tread to be woven with my golden strand.
The battle, memorable, left me stripped of my armor and shield. Broken and defeated. Among bare trees. Their roots burrowing down constricting me, but I learned to live with the pain.
Over a decade, I’ve waited for destiny to come home. Embrace me with open arms and a genital kiss. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, you knew he’d come back for me.
From Guest Contributor McKenzie A. Frey
Dec
Dangerous
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A young couple ambled into a strip mall parking lot. Carla wrapped herself around Thomas.
“I’m making a point,” she said.
“Cool.”
“I want to show someone I’m in love.” He smiled. “An old man.”
He frowned, and Carla nodded toward a lone figure staring from across the street. She kissed Thomas hard, quick. “He found me on the dating site. We had coffee. I was, like, your picture was 30 years old! Think your Cary Grant charm would win me over?”
“Cary …?”
“George Clooney?”
Thomas pouted.
“But it’s you I love. Now go put a scare into him.”
From Guest Contributor Chris Callard
Oct
The Clock Tower
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The clock tower, situated in the center of the town square, afforded views of the entire valley. No shadow could hide from its rapacious stare.
Townspeople went about their business quietly, all eyes on the ground, hoping to avoid unwanted attention.
Rebecca and Victor met in the churchyard green. They’d yearned for each other since youth, but had never managed to share even kiss. Now might be that moment.
Time stopped. The entire town froze.
When the clock resumed, Rebecca and Victor, despite being certifiably sober, returned to their homes after once again awakening from a stupor under mysterious circumstance.
Aug
The Pit And The Stone
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A mere glimmer of light reflected off the patches of clammy wall not occupied by greasy lichen and water-laden moss as he hung awkwardly upside-down, blood rushing to his head.
The darkness was dank and oppressive, and he began to wonder exactly what bacteria or even viruses he might pick up fulfilling this bucket list item. Well, he could blame no-one but himself.
He twisted a little and stretched, bracing himself against the other wall, slipping a little on the slimy algae.
A furious voice drifted down from above “If he doesn’t kiss the damn Blarney soon, I’m letting go!”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jun
A Nice Girl
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Samantha read The Great Gatsby, to her elderly grandmother Millie,
again.
She sat with the book in one hand and her coffee mug in the other. The
small room was warm and cozy as the sun beamed through the window.
Samantha took a sip of coffee and listened to the birds chirping and the
ticking of the wall clock. It was time to leave.
She kissed Millie on the cheek. “Okay, grandma, see you on Sunday.”
Samantha’s eyes teared as she left, knowing her grandmother no longer
knew who she was, other than a nice girl who came to visit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Apr
Cars And Cradles
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The drive was rocky. Hanging out of the window of the car speeding past pine trees, barely clinging to the edge of a degrading dirt road, she felt free. Sitting on the edge of her seat, she stuck her hand out the window and played with the wind whipping past her fingers. Up and down up and down her hand went. As the road got rougher she tightened her seat belt, the last vestibule of safety in a spiraling series of events. She tucked herself in as if waiting for the kiss that never came, that hug that never happened.
From Guest Contributor Noah Bello