Posts Tagged ‘Marriage’
Jan
A Very Similar Spot
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Steve and Hannah stepped off the cliff together.
“Do you remember the time–” Steve interrupted her before she could finish.
“Of course I do.”
They had met at a similar spot. It had been the threat of death that had first brought them together, the romance of knowing their lives literally hung in the balance that had caused them to fall in love, the thought that overcoming danger together was the perfect way to start a relationship.
Hannah looked at her husband as the ground fast approached and sighed at the memory.
“I never realized irony could be so deadly.”
The Daily Theme from Figment for Jan. 11, 2012
(Because today’s theme was completely inappropriate for a 100 word story.)
Frame story: Two people are in the midst of an intense moment—a break-in, a breakup, a breakdown. At the height of the dramatic action, one person illustrates a point by offering an anecdote about a similar situation. Delve briefly but deeply into that example, giving it as much richness as the framing narrative. Then return to your original story about the two characters. Don’t worry about neatly resolving their tale, but explore if the anecdote has changed the pair…
Aug
Awkward
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was another one of our awkward silences. We stood their staring into the distance, afraid to make eye contact. We sedulously avoided entering each other’s personal space. We danced around each other with delicate steps, on tiptoe, a deeply ingrained choreography learned after years of rehearsal.
Words only came painfully, weighed down with uncertainty and despair. The forced cohabitation doomed us to this daily ritual at least twice a day, and though our encounters were always brief, a few minutes at most, the memories of them lingered.
The question always hung between us, why we ever agreed to marry.
Aug
Scissors
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Who invented scissors? I have often wondered.
Something about scissors fascinates me. They give me the irresistible urge to stab something, anything. My wrist, your wrist, the baby’s head. I can’t help myself. I mean, I can, because I’ve never stabbed anything, other than the pumpkin a few Halloweens back. But I can’t help the urge.
Sometimes I dream about scissors.
We don’t keep any scissors in the house. My wife says they are dangerous to have lying around, especially with the baby. I don’t know why she’s so paranoid all the time.
It turns out the Egyptians invented scissors.
Aug
The Life Of A Princess
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Caroline contemplated her options.
She could, with the blessing of the church and the backing of the most consequential families, fall in line with her father’s wishes, marry the homosexual, 14 year old son of King Wilhelm, and be condemned to a decadent court life replete with luxuries opulent and excessive beyond the wildest dreams of the ordinary vassal–knowing true love only in the margins while abandoning her free will as a necessary sacrifice to uphold the sanctity of the kingdom, the honor of her family, and the dignity of her gender.
Or, suicide.
She discerned no other possibilities.
Jul
Loyalty
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Most people looked at my behavior with quiet condescension.
But while it might have seemed unimportant to others, Higgins was more than just a dog. He was a member of my family. He was my best friend.
The animal shelters couldn’t help. The police scoffed. People I previously counted as friends suddenly had “things to do.”
While wondering the streets, putting up posters, I met Barbara. A complete stranger, she listened to my pathetic tale and agreed to help me search. A year later, we were married.
Even today, I would trade twenty years of marriage to have Higgins back.