Posts Tagged ‘Maw’
Oct
The Bundle
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He’d always seen the precious bundle as his passport to validation, his means to assuage all the failures of the past. He sought to learn from the wisdom of its sometimes harsh words. It was only two years old, light enough yet to cradle in his arms until he fell asleep in his chair, teary-eyed, yet hopeful.
Each morning there would be either little to feed it, or surfeit enough for an unsightly spurt of growth. It all depended on the postman.
A particularly cruel epithet from an envelope’s maw tipped the scales.
The bundle helps the dry leaves burn.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Aug
Duty And Thoughts Of Alisen
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
A sweep of peach graced the western sky…maybe. Sleep deprived, he couldn’t really be sure. Vision might be compromised, eyes too bloodshot to discern the ambiguous purity of grey dragging the downpour along the horizon.
And the windows were filthy.
Sunday eyed him from the corner, placid gaze sharpening as her head rose from his Nike, quasi-spaghetti dangling from open maw.
He identified with the drool-laden laces.
“Curious passion,” he said, observing the dog…but thinking of Alisen.
Sunday growled, mouthing the trainer, front paws tensed and backside hoisted by her wagging tail. Play and a walk.
Duty called.
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid