No need for proper plates and cutlery as she shovels handfuls of food into her cavernous mouth. Stray bits of corn chips, salsa, and shreds of cheese, leave a trail of crumbs from table to chair. Tiny orts are scattered across an ample chest, forming tottering pyramids on her lunch shelf. A rumbling belch creates … Continue reading Lunch is served
Category: 100 Word Challenge
Weapons of war
A hush fell over the arena as the adversaries rushed forward to claim their war weapons. Each gathering armfuls of the small, but versatile white, brown and black blades. Sergeants scrambled to assist their masters in preparing for mortal hand-to-hand combat. Bombshell strategies were mapped out, guerilla warfare implemented in surprise attacks. Commanders roared out … Continue reading Weapons of war
Puddle jumper
I thought opting out of tedious TSA lines, crying babies and the assault on my nose from unkempt bodies, would save both money and my sanity. I didn’t factor in that every other traveler might have the same plan. Half a city of fellow motorists jammed the interstate, all of us seemingly headed toward the … Continue reading Puddle jumper
Runaway
When I was a child I took a tattered baby blanket and spread it out on my bed. On top, I placed my favorite stuffed toy, some picture books, and a plastic bag of Goldfish crackers. Pulling up the four corners, I tied the bundle into a knot, threw my makeshift hobo bag over my … Continue reading Runaway
A relief map
Her closeness raised goosebumps on his skin, a relief map of emotions to explore with her fingertips. Like love letters in Braille, tactile proof of his feelings for her. His palpable, and insuppressible, response to her had its own effect. Not accustomed to such a visceral reaction from men, she felt her own skin grow … Continue reading A relief map
Resume normal
She hadn't showered in three days, hadn't slept for more than an hour at a time in almost a week. The dark circles under her eyes made her look as beat up as she felt. Even her hair hurt. Dragging through the house, her feet were lead, her arms hung limply at her sides. When … Continue reading Resume normal
Thin spiral notebook 