By Michael Seese
I had not planned on posting today. But yesterday, super-agent Janet Reid offered up another of her contests. Write a 100-word short story, using the words
With the kids home, I didn't think I'd have much time t write. (But then again, it is only 100 words.)
I went to bed last night, contemplating...nothing.
I woke up this morning...nothing.
I thought I would have to sit this one out. But then an idea...
And a little more...
And finally, "A Lifetime Ago."
The bonds we forged over a lifetime of summers...
Playing pirate with swords forged from Christmas wrapping paper rolls.
Seeking asylum from our sisters in your treehouse (accessible only by a really cool, real rope ratline fashioned by your dad).
Finding a family of possums, lodgers under my front porch.
Games of stickball in the street.
Discovering what the girls in our class would look like in a few years, courtesy of my big brother’s Playboy collection.
All of that came unraveling in one horrible second when you yelled, “Police! Put up your hands, Bobby!”
And I drew first.
(Two hours before the deadline, WHILE cooking breakfast!)
And, please, everyone have a safe and happy New Year's Eve.