They enjoyed their late evening walks along the beach especially at sunset. It was their favorite time together. They always looked up and were amazed at the beauty of the birds as they used the cliff to draft their effortless flight in the waning light. Tonight he walked alone after their nasty argument. Suddenly he realized these were not the regular birds. They were vultures. And then he spotted the body.
Athenaeum. Now that is a strange little word is it not? I found this unique building on a walk in northern Vermont. It was a serendipitous experience. From experience I knew the gentleman in the corner was a bibliopole.
We had been warned. Clouds of ash and noxious gases filled the view from my room. Famine was spreading throughout the world wiping out 16% of the population. A constant fog hung over all of Europe and the greater part of the United States. It was the coldest, snowiest winter on record here in Michigan.
The cry of my new born son reached me from the far bedroom. He didn’t know he was doomed. I knew what I had to do. He didn’t have a choice. I did.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows below the picture prompt below.
The only thing the locker lacked was a toilet. The storage units were located near a patch of tall trees and thick shrubs. Problem solved. There were showers in the men’s locker room at school. No one gave it a second though when they saw him shower after riding his bike to school. He was told that new teachers would have a difficult time their first year. Adapting to a new professional life required sensibility and a fine tuned optimistic personality. The only bare bulb had to be turned off by nine to avoid detection.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
The sun was setting in glorious red and orange colors and the coolness of a spring evening was rising as they drove into the motel parking lot.
The motel tucked between two major chains. From highway 101 you could easily miss the little sign indicating where to turn.
Room 208. Second floor with balcony. Every year for the past 5 years it was their hideaway for a few days. Lazy mornings with the local paper. Afternoon naps. Lingering meals at local restaurants. The perfect escape from their hectic lifes.
Except last year. Last year she received the CT scan results.
They had made the reservations months in advance. They had visions of what they would see. The Oval Office, the East Room, a walk around the Rose Garden, these would be the things that they would tell their children and grandchildren. In their wildest dream even the President stopped by and said hello.
“You have arrived at your destination,” the GPS on their rental car announced.
“Carole, this can’t be right,” Ted said.
“I put the White House in the search bar.”
Ted, looking out his car widow saw the sign: “White House Pub and Grill.”
That day was hot from start to finish. Yesterday the building was full of people wandering around all the leafy plants and green shrubby. Now there was nothing but glare and dust, the two elements of hell. The flower beds and and lawns of the local town will have to wait on their promised beauty. The gutted interior is invaded now by a swarm of insects that buzz with their new found home.
The ambulances and fire trucks have since departed. He can still here his daughter’s question when he arrived home. “Where’s Mommy?”
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 works or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.
His thirty day leave of absence expired tomorrow. He either had to return to his current position or resign. He had his signed resignation letter ready to mail. A decision had to be made. It helped being single with no family to support.
The serape felt comfortable, not like the boring three piece suite he was required to wear in his current job. Too hot here and too cold there.
One more year and he made partner. Here,in his unfurnished apartment with the cockroaches dropping from the ceiling, was his latest unfinished manuscript. To mail or not to mail.