Sunday, May 16, 2021

Stay Safe

France Portnawak

"Stay safe and enjoy the trip."
He repeated these words in his mind, over and over again, while trying to keep his head above the icy water. He knew he didn't have much time left.
"Stay safe and enjoy."
And it had been very enjoyable. Very enjoyable, he repeated in his mind.
Good music, good food, nice company. Very nice.
"Stay and enjoy. How nice."
The water was so cold. He couldn't see anything. He could hear people around him, crying and yelling.
"Stay, be nice."
And he felt he was so far away. It was strange.
"Stay... Stay... Nice..."
100 Word Stories

Sunday, May 9, 2021

List

Kingpost

"Attention! Today's specials!" said the innkeeper.
The room lit up with enthusiasm.
"Fish and apples!"
A murmur of disappointment...
"Fish, apples AND seagull!"
The crowd went back to the usual chatter, uninterested.
"... and RUM!"
A roar of eagerness thundered throughout the room.
"The fish is fresh and.."
Everyone laughed.
"Well, the rum is OK..."
A round of lively applause.
The innkeeper was sweating profusely by then.
In fact, the rum was the cheapest he could find.
Let's just say the evening ended with him bobbing away inside a barrel, doused in his own rum.
Luckily, they didn't light him up.

Sunday, May 2, 2021

When Will It Stop Raining

Hestium

When will it stop raining?
When will they be able to stop wearing those silly helmets that didn't let them breathe properly?
The people at the monastery couldn't care less, and he admired them for that.
They disregarded the compulsory quarantine, saying they had to help the ones in need.
They made offerings to some obscure entity and they didn't care about the rain.
That's why they walked around wrapped in this odd material they had come up with themselves, and only at night.
When will it stop raining, he thought. He wanted to go and become one of them.

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Saint


Ah, the photo of his old bedroom. He couldn't help but smile. It was there he had taken the first steps towards his amazing career in computers, full of hope and dreams, overshadowing his big sister's remarkable career as a Professor.
Behind the bookshelf, that's where he hid it.
Years later, he went back to fetch it. Gone.
When the cops knocked at his door, he knew the governments of those countries weren't happy with him.
The little code-book... They had it. But how??
Sitting in his cold cell, he tried to figure it out, his sister's sneer haunting him.

Sunday, April 18, 2021

Advanced


France Portnawak

A cool course on something maritime, he couldn't remember what. Something he had seen online, but he hadn't paid much attention. And now he was in this predicament, surrounded by ice and no one in sight. The tiny boat was destroyed and that thing, whatever it was called, frantically blinking some sort of danger signal, was tossed aside.
“And now, Mr. Smart Ass who never reads anything 'til the end? And now? Well, now you're gone.”
People searched for him. They did try...
Surprisingly, the advanced "cool course" had twice as many attendees. People like getting in trouble, don't they?

Sunday, April 11, 2021

River Crossing

Annwan Willows

"River Crossing..." said the sign.
River? There was nothing there, not a single drop of water in sight.
He looked left. He looked right. If he was to cross anything, he'd follow the rules.
Then he took a step forward and looked left and right again. He had always been very cautious.
He looked at his watch and took another step forward.
That's exactly when, out of nowhere, a huge pack of wolves knocked him down.
The locals nicknamed the pack leader River and crossing River where he usually crossed was not a healthy thing to do, cautiously or not!

Sunday, April 4, 2021

Remember

Milk Wood

 The vet's schedule is imprinted on my brain. For many months, that was the most important schedule in my life. Mondays and Tuesdays, morning and afternoon. Wednesdays, afternoon and evening. Thursdays, night shift. Fridays, not there. There were other vets there, of course, but... It wasn't the same thing. They hesitated, read the files ten times, messed up the meds. And I used to ask, not sure whom, please, please, don't let him get really ill on a Friday. Or weekend. The vet's schedule is still imprinted on my brain, but I don't need it anymore. My kitty is gone.

Sunday, March 28, 2021

Unlimited

France Portnawak

 
The phone call was short. The woman spoke fast. The construction or something... The hall is too small...
She spoke too fast. The construction was fine. He checked. The hall was fine too.
The phone call was short. She blabbered a few words. And she hung up. The construction she said, the hall...?
What does she know? She heard stories about this and that and she had the gall to think she could replace him, yes, the gall.
The other phone call was also short. "How much?" The man also replied fast.
No one would ever take his place. Ever.

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Behind a Bush

Beltane

Just pretend that fog is wonderful.
Just pretend the trees are magnificent.
Pretend, just pretend the rays of sun are not burning the grass dry.
Pretend.
Part from your heart.
Part from your soul.
Someone will look for you.
Someone will shout for you.
Just pretend you're not sinking, pretend your whole life is not running through your head, a host of bizarre what ifs.
Just pretend you can still move your legs, pretend the thick mud is not pulling you down, dragging your dreams into the darkness.
Dreams?
There are no dreams. Only tragic nightmares. And the suffocating fog.

Sunday, March 14, 2021

Tilting

Time Remains


Imagine being in hospital. You can't move. You can barely breathe.
No one believes you.
Imagine peering through the window and seeing the elegant bridge crossing the river all lit up, beautiful at night.
Imagine the little dots of light coming from the fishing boats, like fireflies.
Yes, imagine smiling and thinking I will die in a few minutes, but I'll die having the most gorgeous view.
Imagine they still don't believe you. And you still can't breathe.
But you're smiling. You're smiling because that tilted postcard window is your hope, your only hope, the hope that keeps you breathing.