Posts Tagged ‘Reading’
Jan
The Bequest
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Matt arrived at the reading of Grandfather’s will ready for his moment of ascendance. As the only living male heir, the family’s wealth now belonged to him.
During the ceremony, Matt’s seat was eclipsed only by that of the adjudicator. Grandfather was known for his love of pomp and grandeur, so it was only after many arcane rituals and benedictions that the adjudicator cracked open the will. “The heir shall find his bequest inside the labyrinth.”
Next thing he knew, Matt was naked and bleeding at the center of a hedge maze. This was not the inheritance he’d been expecting.
Oct
Fuel For Thought
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I miss him already.
Longing for his accommodation from my customary position on his lap. His immediate response to desires communicated with a caress of my foot.
This will be our last intimacy for some time. The intercooler died. The journey to the garage is an uncomfortable affair. Accelerating by exhaling, barely contacting the pedal. Still plunging the road behind into an apocalyptic black cloud of unburnt diesel.
Miles per gallon reading’s down to yards. Glares from other road users threaten to ignite the fuel trail.
“Go green!” They yell.
Jersey is green. Spruce Green. Says so on his logbook.
From Guest Contributor Frances Tate
Apr
The Beats
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Gregory Corso was sitting in the window of Allen Ginsberg’s East Village apartment – two, three hours, just sitting in silence. He had vowed to himself not to be a willing participant to any further chaos. Just to be every day, it took everything. You could be having a really nice time at the beach or the park one minute and in the next minute there could be cops with meaty red faces gassing and clubbing you. Once at a reading some lady asked him, “What’s an id?” and he waited a bit before answering, “Eighteenth-century sea captains carousing in Surinam.”
From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author of The Titanic Sails at Dawn (Alien Buddha Press, 2019).
Nov
The Reading
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The flashing sign blinds Marissa’s eyes. The door says enter, and she pushes it open with a sigh.
“Please sit,” says the woman in flamboyant blue and green gypsy clothes. “I assume you want a reading.”
“Yes, good and bad.”
The woman takes Marissa’s right hand and reads her palm. “I don’t see a future for you. There will be no success or love in your life. You will die tragically and without warning.”
Marissa jolts in her chair. “I’m not up to this. Here’s your money.”
Anxious and distracted, Marissa doesn’t see the car coming. She dies on impact.
From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
Feb
The Librarian
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Carmichael perused the aisles one last time before locking up, straightening any book out of place. This was his favorite time, with all the patrons departed, and a true silence blanketing the building.
When he was younger, Carmichael used to spend the night in the Library, reading by one of the desk lamps. He would read as many books as possible, adventure stories, how-to-books, encyclopedias. Everything.
Carmichael was just entering his office when he heard the scream from outside. It sounded like someone was in danger. He ran fervently towards the exit.
He’d waited his whole life for this moment.