Posts Tagged ‘Wife’
Jun
Wishes
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I saw a comet yesterday. It came as though from nowhere, soaring across the deep blue expanse of sky inset with bright stars. Watching it, I felt youthful again, glowing with vibrant dreams and astronomical aspirations—reborn like a phoenix from the ashes of adulthood.
In a moment of euphoria, I closed my eyes and wished for the love of my life. The fiery tail ripped through the night, searching for my soulmate. When I opened my eyes, my wife was standing before me.
Then I remembered—comets are hard, icy rocks, and they suck the life from the sun.
From Guest Contributor Taylor Shepeard
Jun
Try Again
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He buys a supermarket flower bouquet and, pecking her cheek, gives it to his wife in the kitchen. She throws it in the trash can after he goes to work the next morning. Again. He buys white roses from the subway exit vendor, and gives them, with a hug, to his wife in the living room. Into the trash can after he goes to work. Again. He gives a pink potted orchid, expectantly, to his wife in the dining room. The orchid sits on a bedroom table the next morning when the wife lies in bed with the trash collector.
From Guest Contributor Gerald Kamens
May
Bumping Into An Old Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Like a beacon of an unkind fate the bald pate shines where his pink Mohawk once grew.
“Punk’s not dead,” he drools, the two pints of Heineken having gone to his head, when back in the day it would have taken five, or eight.
“Yeah, the spirit lives on,” I lie to this ghost from my past sitting alone in the bar without any hope of a date.
“Another pint?” the zombie asks, but I don’t hesitate with the well, it’s getting late, been nice to catch up, thanking God for boring suburbs, wife and kids, the nine to five.
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Ian studied English Literature at Oxford University many years ago. He has had short stories published in various genres in Schlock! Webzine, Schlock! Bi-Monthly, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, and in anthologies by Horrified Press and Rogue Planet Press. He is an Affiliate Member of the Horror Writers Association.
May
Blaze Of Glory
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
In the gloom a solitary light illuminated the Führer’s portrait.
“Two minutes oxygen left.”
No one responded.
Cross-legged like the Buddha, Steiner seemed at peace, thinking of his wife and son. Even Müller was becalmed, resigned to an iron coffin at nineteen.
Captain Mayer had himself fired the torpedo that sank the British battleship.
Submerging, a destroyer had detected them, the depth charge fracturing the hull.
They were the only three to survive, closing the hatch of the control room.
Losing consciousness, Mayer looked from the Führer’s eyes to the light. Ah! The explosion of the torpedo finding its target!
From Guest Contributor Ian Fletcher
Ian is originally from South Wales. He studied English Literature at Oxford University many years ago. He lives in Taiwan with his family and is a high school teacher there. He has also been a freelance writer for over 14 years, writing articles for Taiwanese educational textbooks. He has had short stories published in various genres in Schlock! Webzine, Schlock! Bi-Monthly, Short-story.me, Anotherealm, Under the Bed, A Story In 100 Words, and in anthologies by Horrified Press and Rogue Planet Press. He is an Affiliate Member of the Horror Writers Association.
May
The Passing Of A Friend
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Migrant storekeeper Piero Altobelli met word of his old friend’s recent passing with great consternation. Upon hearing, he leapt from his desk in the backroom of his little grocery and flew into a rage. He swatted the week’s receipts into the floor, ripped the telephone from the wall, and yanked the office door from its hinges. All the while bemoaning at the top of his lungs. So uncontrollable was he, not even his wife Maria, could calm him.
“Somebody better tell that summabitch next time he pass a by my store,” cried Piero. “He better pay me what he owes.”
From Guest Contributor Russ Sparks
Russ is currently an MFA student attending Lindenwood University.
Feb
12 And A Misstep
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
1. I admit I’ve no control over my wife.
2. It’ll take your expertise to reclaim my sanity.
3. I’m in your hands.
4. I’m just not capable.
5. I’m too easily manipulated.
6. Can you rebuild my self-worth?
7. I’ve listed all the friends I rebuffed for her sake.
8. Already made up with Jimmy.
9. I’ll be seeing the rest soon.
10. Jimmy pointed out a few faults I’d missed.
11. God, even now I’m faltering.
12. I’ve told him everything.
The hitman grimaced. “Er…all I needed was the fee. Now, where does this “Jimmy” live?”
From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid
Oct
Beautiful Bouquet
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I love my wife. Maybe I don’t show it often enough and I will admit there is room for improvement.
The first of the season’s colourful, bright flowers are on display outside the florist shop. As soon as I lay eyes on them, they inspire me; I buy her a bunch and present them with a smile.
“What’s this for?”
“No reason. I love you.”
“What have you been up to?”
“Nothing.”
“You’ve got guilt written all over you. I’ll find out.”
“What will you find out? There’s nothing going on.”
“Enough with denying. It will all come out eventually.”
From Guest Contributor Barry O’Farrell
Barry is a actor who sometimes writes. His stories have appeared in Cyclamens & Swords, 101 Words, 50 Word Stories, and of course here at A Story In 100 Words.
Sep
I’ve Changed My Mind
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The chair he was standing on kept wobbling as he tried to maintain his balance it was difficult but so far he was okay. He thought about his wife leaving him taking the kids one rainy day. His job as a salesman kept him on the road but he missed them and was always happy to walk through that front door until she left.. Damned he almost fell there this chair is dangerous. He thought about how they would not know he’d changed his mind if only he could get the damn rope around his neck untied lord forgive me!
From Guest Contributor Derrick Fernie
May
Her Little Plum
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The plum blossoms dance in the spring breeze like pink snowflakes across the yard.
A boy again, mother lifts me into the limbs to pick ripened fruit. “Be careful, my precious squirrel.”
“Ready, dear?” my wife asks.
“Yes,” my voice chafes. I inspect my dark suit, adjusting my tie in the window’s reflection. Wipe my face and rub wet fingers together.
“Your speech is in my purse.”
Words. An inadequate parting gift.
My mouth waters as mother sets down a steaming plum pie.
After her funeral, floodlights illuminate wreckage of the fallen tree. A brittle heart splinters. Sobs erupt anew.
From Guest Contributor Eric Schweitz
May
House Hunting
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The realtor pushed the door open. “Will your wife be joining us?”
“Don’t worry about her. Does it have everything I asked for?”
“I believe it does.”
“Which way to the basement?”
She led him through the kitchen. “This is it.”
He flipped on the light and peered down into the dark dank hole. “Uh huh,” he said as he disappeared down the stairs. The realtor followed down behind him.
It was the worst sort of basement, dark corners, only one sliver of a window, musty, dead.
He toed the dirt floor and it gave way under his boot. “Sold.”
From Guest Contributor Darci McIntyre