Category: 100 words

  • The Shadow

    PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda  I knew it was time to move the night I saw the shadows in the window. There had never shadows before Chloe’s murder. I knew one had to be a man due to sheer size and I was trying to talk myself off the ledge I recognized the other shadow.…

  • Poppy’s

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  I only went to Poppy’s to see the window. To study the window. I wanted to know how I could do the same thing, but the only problem was the food. Poppy’s had the most fantastic stained glass window in their ceiling, but had the worst food in town. It…

  • Miss Smith

    PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz The library was the only place I ever felt safe. The only place I could check out as many books as I could carry. My parents never kept eyes on me after school so the public library became my stomping ground. Miss Smith came to be one of my most…

  • In My Next Life

    I knew my life would never be the same once I had to leave. Everything I knew and loved was at this beach and because of unforeseen circumstances, I could no longer stay. I knew it was partially my fault, but I also knew that if Steve hadn’t reacted the way he did, I would…

  • The Painter

    I knew it was going to be a struggle the moment I walked up. I only wanted to help the struggling painter, but he would never listen. I wanted to help get his work into a gallery, into a fair, or just somewhere but the sidewalk where his talent would be noticed for what it was…

  • The Kidnap

    I hoped the auto repair shop would have my best interests in mind.  I was  looking for my father and Middleham Motors was the last place he’d been seen.  Even just getting to this point had been a struggle.  My mother had disappeared from my life when I was only 9 months old and I had seen – with…

  • Life in the Big City

    When I first moved to the city, I felt claustrophobic every minute of every day.  My bedroom was just big enough to hold a double bed and a tiny desk. I had never been one to hold onto material objects and it was serving me well.  Until now, I hadn’t been happy about the move.  The early morning fog…

  • Acceleration

    I always knew the fireplace would be a problem.  Jake obsessed with fire and he hated to clean.  Or at least said he always ‘forgot’ to clean.  I was left with making sure the chimney was clean and nothing easily ignitable was within a few feet of the fire.  The night I came home with the firetrucks filling my front yard, I already had…

  • Rain

    The rain started coming down in waves.  I held my keys in one hand hoping to be able to make a mad dash for my car.  I needed to get home before the real thunder and lightning started.  If I was gone from home too long, I knew I would come home to a house that was completely destroyed. …

  • Passion

    The passion in the artist’s eyes made me long for what I once had.  I once felt like I belonged to a group – to a community – but now I am not so sure.  It really started the weekend of my first “unofficial” show.  My then boyfriend (also a starving artist) had set me up…