Posts Tagged ‘Window’
Dec
Predestiny
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was a typical thing for him to say on a first date. “In the future, if we both find a way to travel back in time, we should agree to go back to now, right now, at precisely 8.00pm. Then we will know for certain if it is possible. Deal?”
As she answered, a loud crash startled the couple. Covering their ears from the terrifying screeches, they peered through the restaurant window to a display of smoke, sparks and flashing lights.
She held his hand tightly. Within the twisted frames of metal, lay the scorched bodies of two travelers.
From Guest Contributor JR Hampton
Jul
Only For A Moment
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Astronaut Eric Shaffer sighed as he looked out the window. Venus was rapidly receding away, its surface invisible beneath the yellowish cloud layer that gave it that distinctive color. How he longed to see the blue of Earth again.
Four months earlier, Apollo V had left Earth. Months spent traveling for this: a six-hour flyby at thousands of miles distance. It was the closest he’d ever get to another world.
Shaffer gave a sad smile. It was time for the long journey home. A journey taken for nothing but a short glimpse. Yet, he decided, it was worth it.
From Guest Contributor Matthew Kresal
Jul
Disembodied
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Glassy unseeing eyes stare out from rows of faces. Bloodless lips frame mouths, some closed, some open displaying teeth, some smiling, and some solemn. Disarticulated limbs lie about. Arms and legs in varying degrees of flexion and extension wait, motionless. Hair wigs of different colors and textures, long and short, decorate the windowsills of the dark and silent room. Headless torsos, male and female, some nude, some partially clothed, some prone, some supine, so lifelike yet so inanimate, complete the macabre scene.
On Monday morning, workers arrive to begin another week of readying manikins for the department store’s window display.
From Guest Contributor Judy Salz
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
Dec
The Raven
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
George hated the raven outside his window. For weeks it had perched on the sill, staring in at him. He thought about shooting it, but he could barely kill a spider. Besides, he didn’t have a gun.
He hated the way the raven mocked him. The silent condemnation of his friends and family was bad enough, but the raven held nothing back, insulting the way George dressed, the way he ate his cereal, the fact he was a virgin.
Eventually George decided to move to another neighborhood. The raven watched him leave with contempt but he kept his beak shut.
Nov
The Good Neighbor
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
He waves from across the street, leaving, working nights again. Smiling, I return his wave. She watches him from the doorway, my gaze goes unnoticed.
Twilight passes, darkness falls. Lights go out in their upstairs window.
Patience. Give it time.
Minutes passing like hours.
Thinking back. Their vacation had been great, thanks for feeding the cat. Glad the new key worked.
It still works.
I fixed that squeaking door and creaking stairway for you.
Standing watch beside her, so lovely sleeping. She deserves more attention.
Sure, I’ll keep an eye on the place while you’re on graveyard shift. My pleasure.
From Guest Contributor Mirshaan.
Mirshaan has a BFA in Education. He loves words.
Aug
A Genetic Predisposition To Solving Mysteries
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
I found the broken glass of the window scattered over the shag carpet. Across the room, beneath the armchair, there was a dead sparrow. We had ourselves a mystery.
Ryan’s first conjecture, not unwarranted, was that the bird struggled before it died, coming to its final resting place several feet from the window. But he ignored the bullet hole in the far wall.
Ryan was always attracted to the easiest solution. And after discovering that our parents had once been international assassins and were now in quiet retirement, I wished that I had listened to him and ignored my curiosity.
Dec
Small Talk
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
“Tell me what happened.”
Stan may not have liked small talk, but he always enjoyed discussing his own exploits.
“Your husband gave me a choice. I could admit what I’d done or he’d torture me until I did. Neither option seemed very appealing, so I disarmed Tony and shot the both of them and threw them out the window. Their bodies are still laying on the front walk. I’ll take you to see them when we get back.”
Stan didn’t know how to be subtle. But neither did she.
“So do you want to get married?”
Part Eight