Sunday, April 5, 2020

Impossible

Asalia House


The radio was on and a tired voice repeated their names. These were the names of poor souls lost forever.
The authorities tried to warn everyone. No one cared. Everyone continued to do as they had always done.
The tears came first. They thought it was due to too much exposure to flash lights.
And then they simply disappeared into thin air, as happened when the light is turned off and darkness takes over.
The radio repeated the names because they were considered missing persons, but they weren't missing. They were gone. They were gone into unbearably impossible killer selfies.

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Device

Il Nido

"This is a magical device. You open it and things jump at your face and hit your eyes. As you touch it, you may have an allergic reaction and sneeze, especially if the device is quite old. But... beware. You must hide it. You must hide it carefully. This device was brought to us millions and millions of years ago by the humans."
"What could jump out of it?"
"Dust."
"Human dust?"
Nods.
"But also words, and ideas, and doubts, and questions."
"Human questions?"
"No, just questions."
"Will they make me smile?"
"Yes, they'll make you smile a human smile."
100 Word Stories

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Gulf

France Portnawak

The tour of the Gulf was such a nice idea. The fresh air, the birds flying close-by. The tour of the Gulf was also cheap. No one wanted fresh air and rain, birds flying close-by and pooping.
So, they embarked.
"Wonderful adventure", "Unique opportunity", "An experience you'll never forget".
Yes, it sure was unforgettable, especially when the boat tilted dramatically to one side and people screamed at the top of their lungs, scaring the poor birds away. Fresh air was something difficult to find too. Everyone was sick and bird poop was not exactly the worst thing happening that day.

Sunday, March 15, 2020

Gate

Betelgeuse


At the gate, the entangled cables covered the walls and sneaked through. No one knew what they were for, and no one asked. As the days went by, more cables appeared, increasing the entanglement of the hopelessly entangled mess.
And then came the kid. He unplugged all the cables, straightened them up, and plugged them all back in. It took him a while too. But he was pleased with himself. He smiled and walked away.
No one in town had the heart to complain about the hours with no power. But they did make sure to avoid any future entanglements.

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Tinfoil

Il Nido

I recall the fresh sandwiches wrapped in tinfoil, the extra juice in a clear bottle, Agatha Christie's books packed in twos just in case I could read a whole book in a few hours.
The stubborn folded chairs, the clean towels, and the golden sand, sneaking through the seams.
The waves, the wind, and the seagulls fluttering about, announcing a storm.
"It's your turn," someone said.
I look at my pieces and I have nothing but an apple. The tray beams with words, but my only thought is... The sun still shines. They are gone... But the sun still shines.

Sunday, March 1, 2020

The End of The Rope

Seasalts


"Tie a knot and hang on... I'll tie a knot around their necks. Be happy and blah blah blah..."
She was grumpy all the time. The neighbors would always scatter away in all directions, hiding from her.
And then came a bird. She scared it away, but the bird came back, again and again. And it brought a little twig, then another, and soon there was a nest. And baby birds!
She opened a bit of the window and gave the mommy some seeds she had bought.
No one could believe it when, one day, she simply said "Good morning!".

Sunday, February 23, 2020

Hot Potato

Slaughterhouse


"This is a problem."
Everyone nodded and looked at the entrance of the tunnel.
"This is a huge problem."
Everyone nodded some more and looked at the entrance of the tunnel.
Silence.
"What if we close it down?"
All eyes landed on the unfortunate soul who uttered such nonsense.
"It'll be the end of the town!"
Everyone looked back at the entrance of the tunnel.
"There's a light over there," whispered the unfortunate soul.
"We know, it's the hole caused by the landslide."
"There's a light..."
"Stop it!"
The light at the end of the tunnel was not the hole.

Sunday, February 16, 2020

Lapse

Tim's Dreams by Romy Nayar

Who was that man, everyone wondered.
He wore a long coat and pulled around a big box with wheels. The box had a small window and the kids tried to look inside. That made him mad.
Who was that man, everyone thought.
One day, he walked into the water, small waves splashing on his ankles. He stood there for a long time, the box left unattended on the sand.
Then, something happened. The lid of the box opened but no one saw anything.
However, when she reached the water, she appeared. She smiled and swam away.
Who was that man...
100 Word Stories

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Hankering

Natural Mignon Colore

Going back, that's all she thought about, going back and sitting on that bench under the pergola, under the sky, close to her dreams...
She used to have dreams. She used to sit there and smile, looking up and enjoying the colors of the sunset. She used to think life was whatever she wanted it to be.
She was far away now, so far away, too far away. She looked at the sky but the colors weren't the same. She wondered if the bench was still there.
Then, she heard the sirens. It was time to move... and hide... again.
100 Word Stories

Sunday, February 2, 2020

Pulled From the Water

Octoberville


They look off.
They don't!
They do... is this a... tentacle?
The two friends tilted their heads.
You are crazy. I've been eating fish from these waters for months, said the merchant, adjusting the back of his shirt.
I don't think we should buy these...
Come on. I'll give you a special discount, how about that?
The two friends exchanged looks.
Well, OK then.
A month later, they were selling fish on the pier. The merchant had been promoted.
They too adjusted the back of their shirts.
It was a nuisance the shirts didn't have room for the damn tentacle.