Posts Tagged ‘Old’
Sep
Verbal Therapy
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Hello, sir!” she exclaimed as she and two friends got out of their old car.
“Hi,” I replied as I bent over to remove my gas cap.
After fourteen hours of steady driving, my seventy-year-old back hurt, but in two more hours I would be home. Our vacation would then be over.
While pacing behind my car, waiting for my wife and enjoying the warm summer evening, the three teenagers returned to their car parked at the gasoline pump ahead of me.
“Good-bye, sir!” she shouted as she closed her car door before pulling away.
My back no longer hurt.
From Guest Contributor Gerald E. Greene
Apr
The Appointment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“But everything looks so tired and worn here.”
“You were the one who wanted to come to Paris to die.”
“Doesn’t everybody?”
I took her hand and pointed. “There it is. That’s the café.”
We pushed through the crowd at the door and found a table for two.
“Everyone here looks so old,” she said.
“Except for that beautiful girl at the bar.”
“Madame et monsieur. Vous desirez?”
“Do you speak English?”
“Yes.”
“Who is the beautiful girl at the bar?”
“That is Death.”
“But I thought Death was…”
“Monsieur, the older one gets the more beautiful Death becomes.”
From Guest Contributor Reynold Junker
Oct
Granny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He didn’t want anyone to take this wrong but granny was a bit of a pain! She just sat in that rocker like a dried up old prune. She just sat there not moving or saying anything. But those pension checks kept rolling in, and he kept cashing them. He had power of attorney for her. He hated her place. The air was dry and smelled stale but he went there every week, making sure no one disturbed her. He couldn’t have that of course. If they found out she died three years ago, there’d be holy hell to pay!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
Jul
What We Might Deserve
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The snarling saw cuts off and the groaning fir drunk on gravity takes its first step. A full ocean is born in the soughing fall and over four centuries whumps the earth like a five-dollar moll on a sprung stained mattress. And you stand there, hands numb and belly tight and you wonder why something so old saves its final words for someone like you. Someone who knows the glass bite of gin straight from the bottle while slouched at the tilt kitchen table as rain plunks a pan on the floor near the hot squat stove in the corner.
From Guest Contributor Casey Hampton
Jan
While The Dragon Yet Lives
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Sir Hadder rested against the boulder. He needed time to catch his breath after hauling his heavy armor and weapons up the mountain. Unfortunately, the racket had warned the dragon of his arrival, and Hadder heard the beast emerging from its cave.
One peek around the corner showed Sir Hadder a field littered with the charred skeletal remains of the many heroes who had preceded him on this quest. No knight could wed the King’s daughter while the dragon yet lived.
It made him wonder if marrying the princess was worth it. After all, she was now over 40 years old.
Jun
The Invisible Man
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Henry was an old man. In the last ten, maybe twenty years, he realized that he had grown invisible. When shopping, picking a loaf of bread off the shelf, or choosing a couple of oranges at the produce counter, young people would pass by, almost brushing into him, but not making eye contact or offering a greeting. At the front entrance of the post office, an attractive young lady appeared, face to face at the large, double doors. She stared straight ahead, not changing her expression. She looked through the old man as if he was glass in the door.
From Guest Contributor, Thomas Pitre