Just as it says.
Title excluded - write a story using exactly 100 words with no repeats.
Below are a few to get the ball rolling…
Eyes.
Distant thunder just rolled over this afternoon’s stillness.
She glanced up, then continued preparing dinner.
Louder into dimming light, another peal made her flinch - miss a beat.
Flickering blue introduced the biggest one yet, and those eyes said it all.
I could see regression, an uncertainty through cracked facade, revisiting times present. Immediate howling winds past woven bamboo walls, palm leaf roof powerfully moving to points beyond leaking while flooding breaches unmarked thresholds, intruding without respite.
Our new, four storey, terraced, concrete house, snug between two neighbours, soundly defeated.
At least it’s not night time, they are scarier by far.
All The Way Out and Halfway Home
Far beyond normal limits of exhaustion I hauled myself upright, balanced carefully upon two solid, frozen feet, and worked under numbed care along twin, green-striped ropes; the final summit climb.
Utter fatigue played devil’s tricks while wooden fingers refused all instruction.
Swirling spindrift collected silently through every crevice, melting when inside, opening doors for howling wind.
One
Step
Farther
Three hours later, we were blankly gazing out over a deep blue dreamscape past feathered frost on our masks, with full knowledge that nobody could claim higher ground, anywhere.
Jubilation!
Then it hit me.
Got to get down yet, mate.
Anticipation
I settled back, suffering slow silence.
Time crawled slowly along as inner tensions rose.
Not eating breakfast had been a good idea, nauseas waves gently
tickled while sweat broke glistening out of both palms.
There wasn’t really anything much more worth doing here, just wait for it.
My wife looked calmly over, smiling, then peered past me through the tiny window,
gazing outward toward nothing in particular.
She helped simply by being around.
People passed, occasionally glancing our way, but most seemed intent on
avoiding eye contact.
Ok, no, calm down now, we’re moving…
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to flight 101”
Nick O’Teen
He sat quietly inside my pocket, silently tugging at me in a language I fully understood. To take one and continue the longstanding friendship would be some release.
She didn’t understand that. Her hints had long ago become requests, leading inexorably toward simple demands.
Allowances were made by us both, but time progressed regardless. “Outside” was ok for months, watching traffic with an old friend under marching orders, cut off behind closed windows.
Impatience began growing into intolerance. Summer became winter; warmth drained slowly away.
Abandoned, this once companion of mine now haunts daydreams; unguarded moments his only passing memory.
Who’s Driving?
“It’s a long way down isn’t it.”
“Yup.”
“You think someone would still live if they… well…fell?”
*“Try and see.” *
“Get off? There’s no chance!”
“Why ask?”
“Best to know, eh?”
“I can’t imagine how that could happen; we don’t worry.”
“Joking, right?”
“Nope.”
“Spend all day doing this without thinking about what might occur?”
“Can be more dangerous crossing country roads these days.”
“Hmmm, sure…”
*“First time walks outside always feel somewhat exposed. Nice view though.” *
…
“Hey, I’ve just been talking with the new driver. I’m not certain whether Houston is meeting targets regarding their shuttle piloting cutbacks.”
Seeing sharp stones rushing up in the red dirt road and hearing someone shouting just before hitting rough ground with my right shoulder, still gripping tightly both handlebar ends, I look left.
She’s falling, slow motion, to land spread-eagled on top of me.
Next moment, I’m pulling one leg out, stuck beneath our damaged motorcycle, dazed. I’d not checked myself over.
He had swerved straight across for no reason, drunk driving at midday. Rice wine inside an old fool leaving us stranded, far away from helpful friends, nobody knowing where we were.
Turning toward automatic retaliation, broken bones hampered movement.