Posts Tagged ‘Picture’
Sep
No More Grant Wood
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Francis stared gawping at the bleak picture of a white house on a twilight prairie for at least a couple of minutes before breathing. Hattie linked arms with him and pressed close.
“Well, what do you think?”
Francis sighed a wordless soliloquy.
“Isn’t it wonderful? Look at the shading, the perspective, the detail.”
“I just finished that wallpapering.”
“Soot from the aromatic candles and sewing chalk.”
Francis frowned.
“All dangerous hobby stuff is locked away. Candles…top shelf.”
Francis confirmed the press was locked and tight against the wall before addressing his two-year old son.
“Grant, you’re one creepy-ass kid.”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Jul
The Hobo
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Take my wedding rings. I don’t use them anymore,” the hobo said to me.
Zelda and I were outside Tiffany’s, but it was closed. We had just decided to elope. We had arrived at the store too late.
“You can’t be serious,” I said. “How much money do you want for them?”
“None. With my wife dead, I have no use for money.”
“Don’t you wish to keep the rings anyway?”
“No, you two need them more than me. I still have her picture. Go on. Take them.” He forced the rings into my hand.
“Thank you very much, sir.”
From Guest Contributor Mark Beddard
May
The Land
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Matthew leaned against the chain-link fence and looked out at the land which had once been his family’s land. Now a housing development was being built on it where the bountiful trees had once stood.
He had listened to his grandmother talk about that piece of land as if it was a fantasy that she could never quite believe was real. He sold it immediately after his father’s death.
Overcome with guilt and shame he stood there next to the fence for a while trying to remember what the land looked like years before but he just couldn’t picture it.
From Guest Contributor Zane Castillo
Apr
Say Cheese
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
We hoped the bad dog was gone. We couldn’t put off seeing our daughter’s family in upstate New York but they had a mean pit bull who they said was as gentle and loved kids.
He was gentle as long as my daughter or son-in-law were around but the minute they left the room he’d look at us, bare his teeth and growl in defiance.
Last visit I took a picture of that look on my cell and showed it to my daughter as proof positive to bolster our fear.
“Isn’t my Bruno cute?” She said. “He’s smiling at you.”
From Guest Contributor Paul Beckman