Category: 100 Word Challenge

How old would you be

She was a woman of a certain age, an age where she was told how she speaks, how she dresses, how she conducts herself was unbecoming a woman of her maturity. She felt like a pedestrian pedestrian walking through life head down, stumbling through traffic uninspired. The fortune teller’s sign, unnoticed on other trips downtown, ...

Medicine Show

You could read the sign on the side of Dr. Randall’s medicine wagon from a half-mile away. He’d roll into town every couple of months to put on a show. It was a cross between a tent revival meeting and a wandering minstrel faire. Granny used to say all Randall sold was snake oil and ...

Don’t believe everything you think

Brain weasels chatter rudely Changing subjects midsentence. Keeping so many thoughts deftly Swirling in perfect balance Is harder than it appears. A juggling act of epic Proportions, by vague puppeteers, Meanspirited and choleric. Forgetfulness a necessary Defense against vicious lies Meant to keep life unhealthy Upended, disturbed otherwise. These are cautionary tales, To not believe ...

A standout

“You’ll never find it,” Bobbi said, kicking at dry leaves blowing against her feet. “He left a gift,” Jules said, her hand shading her eyes from the sun. “so he also left a way to find it.” Bobbi and Jules stood at the corner of a vast meadow, a small grove of elms and oak ...

Watching, waiting

I try to avoid walking down that side of the street, though sometimes I can’t escape it. Whenever I go past the abandoned lot hidden behind pealing paint and rusty nails, I get that feeling that someone is watching me. Like, If I turned around suddenly I’d see a wild-eyed face pressed against the weathered ...

Day is never done

A woman’s workday is never done From first light to close of day, one continuous sweeping blur Spinnin’ ‘round the living room, cuttin’ a rug There’s no parking on the dance floor From daybreak to nightfall, a continuous scrubbing blur Windows, silverware, porcelain tile, every surface shines There’s no parking on the kitchen floor Turn ...

Precarious calm

Winter winds swept down the mountain, whipping through bare tree limbs and worming through narrow gaps in the barn walls. It moaned as if in pain from the effort. Loft doors, weakly clinging to rusty hinges, slapped against weathered boards, splintering the already tired wood. Wild curses were lost in the maelstrom as dust devils ...

Sweet life

There is no way for me to know how many past lives I had to satisfy to come to this incarnation. It could be that I endured many trials, atoned for many wicked deeds, passed through many lifetimes accomplishing worthy deeds of consequence to finally wake into this consciousness. Whatever my path to this vessel, ...

Someday Avenue

Found, one toddler’s shoe Lost one hot summer day 'Twixt morning and Someday Avenue Little ones should be free, tis true To run and romp happily along the way Found, one toddler’s shoe Banged up knees and bird’s-nest hairdo Mommy lunch dates at Mudpie Cafe 'Twixt morning and Someday Avenue Pushing boundaries and a broken ...