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100 Word Story #007 – Sad

There is a sad. A certain special sort of sad. A sad that makes you want to reach back through time. A sad that when seen in others makes you want to reach back through time for them. When that special sort of sad is reached it seems the only cure is time. Though reaching back through time would instantly heal the sad, it’s the slow, methodical progression of time that truly eases the sad. And even then, the sad never fully goes away. Even in time, that certain kind of sad always remains. A certain special sort of sad.

100 Word Story #006 – Click

“You heard it click right?” There was no answer. “Come on! Tell me you heard it click!”

“Actually, I think it was more like a tick than a click.” Peterson responding chewing on the end of his left index finger. There was a moment of silence.

“Fine. I’ll try again and this time listen carefully.”

WHAM! CRASH! RATTLE!

Silence. Then…

“Click.”

“Tick.”

“Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”

“Johnson, relax. It’s not the end of the world! We have time to get it right!”

“Don’t tell me to relax god dammit! It’s either a click or a tick! Listen to it again!”

WHAM!

100 Word Story #005 – Drip

It started with a simple drip.

A week later, the faucet was running a steady stream of warm water. Not wanting to bother the landlord, he’d gone down to Lowes and bought a new faucet. To install it, he had turned off the spigot under the sink. The stream did not stop. When the landlord was able to turn the water off to the building and Patrick was able replace the faucet and the spigot.

The next night the drip returned. A week later, the stream began again. It was then he realized….the water was sending him a message.

100 Word Story #004 – The Map

The best I can figure, he was a gift. That really can be the only explanation she’s kept him around for so long. Like the tie your great grandmother gives you that you bury in your sock drawer and only wear when she’s around. Yet, he’s with her 24/7. Offering his “advice”. Inane advice in that voice. That voice! That horrible, horrible voice. She doesn’t need him. She’d get to where she’s going faster without him. But there he is. Always. There. With her. If I were Dora, that fuckin’ map would be at the bottom of the river.