By Michael Seese
First things first...
A few posts back, I shared with you a poignant short story, "The Drive To Heaven." And it won! Yaaaaaaaay!!!!
And Saturday, another 100 words. This time, we had to incorporate:
blitz
tube
blackout
finest
hour
Janet chose these words because she enjoyed the first two books in Susan Elia Macneal's series, one of which is Mr. Churchill's Secretary.
Without further ado, here is "The Finest Life."
April didn’t want to leave. This had been a great
life. The finest one yet.
“I wish I understood this,” Jeff said.
She wanted to explain. But people from her
world had trouble comprehending space-time travel.
“I have to go,” she said. “Our enemies have
started an all-out blitz. It’s up to me. I’m the only one who can
save my people from extinction.”
A portal opened.
“I thought you said we had an hour.”
“They’re unpredictable. I love you.”
“Please come back.”
“I’ll try.”
She entered. Just before the blackout, April heard
Jeff’s voice.
“She’s in. Destroy the tube.”
What do you think? Can I repeat?
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Sunday, August 4, 2013
Saturday, July 27, 2013
100 Words, AGAIN
By Michael Seese
Janet is at it again. Our mission: write a 100-word short story using the words
art
jersey
lily
double
kiss
Here is my entry.
“Now this,” he said, placing chocolate in her palm, “is from Belgium. We went there, too. Remember?”
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Janet is at it again. Our mission: write a 100-word short story using the words
art
jersey
lily
double
kiss
Here is my entry.
Art handed his wife
a glass.
“This is Bordeaux.
Do you remember the first time we had it?”
“No,” Lily said.
“Paris. On our
honeymoon. That was some week. Not bad for a couple of Jersey kids.
Do you remember it?”
“No.”
“Now this,” he said, placing chocolate in her palm, “is from Belgium. We went there, too. Remember?”
“No.”
“It’s OK, dear.
I do.” He remembered it all. But, Alzheimer’s had not ravaged his
brain.
“I miss you,”
Art said. He kissed Lily, took her hand, double-checked to ensure the
garage door was closed, and started the car.
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