Posts Tagged ‘Morning’
Apr
Snow
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The first thing I did last night was set the alarm for seven o’clock in the morning. I didn’t know the snow the weather forecaster predicted was going to start so early.
There was a message that my interview had been canceled so I got back under the covers and my dog Charlie snuggled next to me.
Large snowflakes pressed against the window and the wind howled. Charlie let out a growl and went back to sleep. I closed my eyes and wished the snow would stop.
When I awakened later that afternoon, the snow ceased, and the sun shined.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Mar
The Bed One Lies In
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Brother declared himself ‘nonconformist,’ deciding back in grade school that rules and rituals mattered not.
Many blamed him in situations for his lack of respect. He claimed he simply had no interest.
The breaking point was the forging of Dad’s signature on a cheque. Mother decided on a punishment.
“You have to lie in the bed you made,” she grunted.
“I never make my bed,” he grinned.
He broke the curfew, not returning on time. In the morning it was learned he crashed his motorcycle into a cement wall.
Mother stopped making his bed. No one slept in it again.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna writes mainly short fiction and poetry.
Nov
Big Money
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Howard entered the school’s front office Monday morning following his Saturday wedding. The head secretary smiled at him and cooed coquettishly, “Ooh, Mr. Morgan, how’s married life?” The other secretaries smirked, eager to hear his reply.
The question amused Howard. He didn’t know what to say so he pumped his fist in the air three times and said, “It’s fantastic. I’ve doubled my income. Life is good!”
“Oh! Oh!” the head secretary shrieked, hands flying to her throat. “You’re just the most horrible man.”
Grinning madly, Howard walked out of the office thinking, What a great start to the day.
From Guest Contributor Robert P. Bishop
Sep
A Ladder To The Stars
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
For him the past was a story trove, for me it was a series of embarrassments that woke up and lingered like morning phlegm.
My brother tells another story on our porch. I notice how night falls earlier in mid-August. How the North Star rises off the horizon. How it calls me like a conjurer in an epic fantasy.
My brother will stay in this town and rise. He’ll talk about how the band played Forever Young at his graduation and he knew he was destined. But who will tell the story of that morning when I woke and wandered?
From Guest Contributor Dave Nash
Jul
Accompaniment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Almost every morning
it’s the same old ambient toss-up:
Susumu Yokota or Lazybatusu.
Some days, neither flips his switch;
some days: nothing but nothing. Silence.
(He neither needs nor wants either one.)
Some days—especially days he’s up early—
he just sits and types, humming his own theme:
he calls it Lazysusubatsumu Yakotoma.
He hums and writes and writes again
until everything comes out right,
or his fingers start to bleed.
Even then, though,
intent on his mission
he encourages the hemorrhage.
He’s stumbled onto something good;
he’s just got to keep at it
until it sings on its own.
From Guest Contributor Ron. Lavalette
Ron.’s debut chapbook, Fallen Away (Finishing Line Press) is now available at all standard outlets. Many of his published works can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
May
Saturday Jog
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jogging through the park, I keep the pace feeling energetic and free. The breeze against my cheeks feels refreshing and the chirping birds fill the air with song.
It’s crowded for a Saturday morning and parents are up early with their children. I pass two women pushing their young children on the swings as the boys soar high and chortle. Other joggers pass and smile contently.
I finish my lap and take a seat on the bench gulping water.
After breakfast and a shower, I will go about my regular weekend visiting my dad in the nursing home memory unit.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
May
From Treadmill To Rowing Machine
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Charlie researched the treadmill market. He was intent on good habits from thereon, starting with a mile walk per day in the bedroom.
“Do you think you’ll last even a month?” asked Cheryl. Two months later, she noted that it made a great drying rack for his shirts and undershirts.
Nothing is as firm as a habit. Charlie researched exercise bikes. A 5-mile ride in the morning was the way to start a day. “That thing,” said Cheryl after two months, “is perfect for drying pants and pillowcases.”
The rowing machine – the next purchase – was better yet for drying socks.
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Apr
We Lost A Room Last Night
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We found a house out on the dunes, beyond the golf course. The conservatory had crumbled already but soon a jagged fissure opened up across the living-room floor. Soon the front door burst from its hinges and other people started to show up. A tramp slept on the wrong side of the crack one night; he was gone in the morning but we didn’t know where. You know we’ll have to leave here soon, she said one night as she held me. Maybe head up the coast? I squeezed her back and we watched a window slip from its frame.
From Guest Contributor Geoff Sawers
Mar
The Ocean
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was an overcast humid morning and the church bells mingled with the foghorn. It was warm. Uncharacteristically so. This was his usual return time from fishing and his favorite time of day to be at sea. He skillfully edged his lobster boat along the dock, then stepped onto it holding the bow line. A practiced hand tied the cleat knot efficiently. He went up the gangway empty handed, unusual for him. The ocean had always been good to him and never gave up their secrets. He needed it to continue. His cheap wife will never cheat on him again.
From Guest Contributor N.T. Franklin
NT Franklin has been published in Page and Spine, Fiction on the Web, 101 Words, Friday Flash Fiction, CafeLit, Madswirl, Postcard Shorts, 404 Words, Scarlet Leaf Review, Freedom Fiction, Burrst, Entropy, Alsina Publishing, Fifty-word stories, Dime Show Review, among others.
Feb
Payback
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
On their Golden Anniversary, he started calling her by different names and nicknames on a random basis – Stewie and Stewbabe, Audrey, Boobala, Doc, Squig, and so on – knowing he’d never forget her real name, but figuring that when he finally reached the peak of Mt. Alzheimer he’d be able to cover it up a little longer, give her less to worry about.
One morning, she asked him, “Did you sleep well, ummm…” hesitating as if trying to recall his name.
“Yes I did,” he replied, frowning at her smile.
After that, he knew he’d never play the alias game again.
From Guest Contributor Ron. Lavalette
Ron.’s debut chapbook, Fallen Away (Finishing Line Press) is now available at all standard outlets. Many of his published works can be found at EGGS OVER TOKYO