Posts Tagged ‘Summer’
Jun
Irish Ned
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Farming is messy! Locals cling to the old ways; Tractors and pranks pass the wet summers. Old greying Ned couldn’t drive. Two young bored farmhands picked fun.
‘Label the pedals,’ Ned instructed. Laughing, the word ‘brake’ was put on the clutch and ‘clutch’ on the brake. After a struggle Ned called brusquely,’I’m going on the beer.’ His men kindly laced the ale with castor oil. Walking like a duck Ned struggled to the gate and wasn’t seen for two days.
In the field the wife cried, ‘What did you do to my Neddy? The sofa and bed are ruined!’
From Guest Contributor Kerry Valkyrie Baldock Kelly
May
Bird Chitter, Flight
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Some morning, early, no sound from worrisome bees, refugees from last summer, moved twice, days after we decided to keep going, to lie, to lay together near the buzzing, pretending a world away from this one:
If I welcome you into my kitchen, to turn one of my forks over your fingers, flipping the metal into your palm, against knuckles, as you talk, too quickly, about what it means to leave her, what we can do with this freedom, I’ll mark the time, exactly, in quick numbers carved into the sink’s rough porcelain, unable, quite, to let the knife go.
From Guest Contributor, Kelli Allen
Kelli Allen’s work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies in the US and internationally. She served as Managing Editor of Natural Bridge and holds an MFA from the University of Missouri. She is currently a Professor of English and Creative Writing at Lindenwood University. Allen gives readings and teaches workshops throughout the US. Her full-length poetry collection, Otherwise, Soft White Ash, from John Gosslee Books (2012) was nominated for the Pulitzer Prize.
Nov
Lane Number Forty-Two
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Lucky 100 Bowling Plaza of Wahoo, Nebraska, always kept lane number forty-two cordoned off with a fancy red rope. On summer nights, the waiting room filled with families waiting to bowl, but lane number forty-two would always remain closed.
One particularly busy evening, Mickey Landsman was especially irked that he had to wait while there was a perfectly good lane not being used. But when he complained to the manager, he was informed that the lane was reserved for God.
As it turns out, when he has the free time, God visits the Lucky 100 to get in a few frames.
Aug
A Dinosaur’s Life
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He had a huge family. They only hung out in large groups. He wasn’t very handsome but he was extremely smart.
In school, he hated math and science but he was very good at art. I guess you could say he was the creative sort.
He wasn’t the type that ate meat, in fact he ate none at all. He never played on mountains or climbed trees, I guess he was afraid he’d fall.
In the summers, he’d wake up, eat his breakfast, then take a nap. In winter, he just slept and slept.
That’s the life of a dinosaur.
From guest contributor Zoey Zozo
Aug
The Summer The Circus Came To Town
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Jessica fell in love with the third clown from the end of the line. He had his face painted with a smile, suggesting he was frivolous but gallant. No sad clown for her. They had sex in the small tent where they kept the donkeys and goats and other uninteresting animals. It’s not how she imagined it would be, but the animals didn’t seem to notice, and she was in love. You can make anything romantic in the retelling when you’re talking to your grandchildren. The fact they drove him out of town with pitchforks only added to the romanticism.