Tag: 100 word story

The woman was ruthless, positively vicious. She was determined to serve justice to the asswipes who dared tarnish her community. The onlookers’ cheers seeing she wouldn’t settle for just a slap on the wrist, empowered her more, the sway of her stride confident. Perhaps for her fireplace shelf, she’d take his gold chain as a trophy? Oh, the stories all the neighbors would tell to their children with admiration! The neighborhood would call her a hero, her accomplishments spread across every social media platform on the web.

Who was the next example she would send to his grave this month? 

The world is my oyster! I can enjoy myself, play around or divide and conquer. What shall I plan next? Perhaps I shall climb up a tall mountain untethered? Take off all my clothes at the top? I will try not to hurt myself. Here I go! It seems the other travelers watching are worried! 

Halfway up, the ringtone on my cell phone distracts me. It’s my lawyer.

“What fresh hell are you up to now? Do you intentionally not want a  future!  Speak, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Send a text next time. I’m busy!” Click.

Dennis made a grim discovery. His eyes widened and remained unblinking, misting up, forcing a tear to dribble down his face. A heavy groan filled with pity and disgust escaped his lips. He knew he would simply acquiesce because he was now an accomplice to the horrific scene. Dennis wanted to bawl loudly, almost wailing his anguish, but instead, he forced himself to shrug off his intense feelings and silently lament his situation. He knew he couldn’t ruffle the organization’s feathers if he made it known they butchered their enemies.

Inevitably, Dennis forced himself to inhale deeply to calm down.

“This is a risk with the power on,” the captain said, visibly shaking.

“Look, we have a contract with Air Lingus, not you. This plane won’t make the flight on time otherwise.” 

“I highly doubt it will be a catastrophe; they can replace the jet,” the captain says calmly.”

“Yes, but they will strip me of my bonus. It’s not like you are going to die if you get on board the jet with the juice on.”

With his gaze cast down, continuing his work, the electrician looked like the victim of an assault. “This isn’t a crisis right now!”

Like a scene right out of On Golden Pond, her face displayed joy, hearing the loon in the distance! She tried to flex her ear in the magical sound’s direction, her forehead developing a tense crease line as she strained to hear. The calls began to fade.

‘Le sigh,’ she uttered, gazing at the gardens in full bloom. She was glad to be present here. Thankfully, the job didn’t put a wrinkle in her plans.

With the moon her companion, seeing it reflect on the pond, she pondered how to overcome her sorrow. Time hadn’t given her near enough relief.