Aftermath (100 Words)
Faith thought about adding the word “less” to her name.
She had no idea who started the war. It didn’t matter. Nothing remained; just wreckage and ashes.
Days since she saw another living human, she shaded her eyes from the dust clouds.
What kind of God would allow this to happen? The same sadistic, bastard who let her survive.
Faith frowned. Entering an overturned subway, she pushed a corpse with her boot and found a baby.
“Hey, how will I know your name baby girl?”
Someone had pinned a folded note to the baby’s blouse.
She read it.
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One Woman Man (100 Words)
Tony sat alone at a restaurant.
A sleek brunette sat at a table near him. Her skirt rode up her silky thighs revealing more than he expected.
His attention appeared to amuse her.
Damn, she caught me watching her. Tony looked away.
Tired of being single, he looked back at her. Beautiful.
Lipstick easing over her pouty lips, she stopped to give him a long lingering stare.
Oh, the chemistry. He groaned. She feels it too.
Tony shifted in his seat to conceal his excitement.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” he assured his twelve year old daughter. “It couldn’t be better.”
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The Experiment (100 Words)
Jackson walked through the lonely streets.
Wanting to learn more about his past, he volunteered for the dangerous experiment.
Scientists advised him of everything that could go wrong. They never suspected everything would go right.
Total recall, perfect memory; some said it couldn’t be accomplished.
Yet, long lost memories rushed through him like light through a prism.
Lost loves, toddler falls, even prenatal sensations.
He lived trapped in an eternal state of nostalgia.
They told him he would recall every memory.
No one warned him he would relive every pain.
Jackson finally understood some things are meant to be forgotten.
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Astronaut Jack Archer stared through the cracked window. The sun appeared like a bright yellow pin prick in the universe.
The ship’s lights flickered.
After the damaged suffered on the rough landing, power may last days or hours.
Archer knew the risks when he volunteered for this mission. He didn’t care.
Life on Pluto couldn’t be any colder or more desolate than living on Earth without his late wife.
He clipped her photo to the dashboard. He would be happy to die admiring her face.
She would bring him eternal peace.
Power suddenly shutoff.
Infinite darkness invaded the tiny vessel.
Don Luccini’s Daughter
A man in control of his universe, Don Gino Luccini’s accent caressed every syllable, “Why are you here?”
Ray Gamba admired Sofia Luccini’s portrait. “To bring this killer to justice.”
“Forget justice.” The angry Mafioso smirked. “Bring him to me.”
Gamba squirmed. The alluring young lady in the painting appears to look back at him.
“I will pay you handsomely for delivering Sofia’s killer.”
“Forget your dirty money,” he cursed. Luccini would never understand I loved his daughter.
“Detective, you have no idea how I feel.”
Gamba sighed, if you only knew how I feel after accidentally shooting your daughter.
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Henry watched his wife stand before the magic mirror he purchased at the antique shop. The shopkeeper assured him she would love it.
Glowing, Samantha admired her youthful reflection minus every wrinkle and twenty pounds. Platinum blond replaced thinning white hairs. Her leathery skin worn by time, appeared soft and radiant.
“If only I still looked this way.” Samantha passed her withered hand across her aged face, “I was flawless.”
“Look at my reflection. See how beautiful I was twenty years ago.”
“I don’t need the mirror,” Henry replied. “I can see how beautiful you are from here.”
Half awake or half asleep, I smiled. Every exquisite angle of her curvy body aligned with mine, like jigsaw pieces from heaven entwined as one. There appeared to be no wasted space between us as if our sleeping bodies made sure to fill in every unwanted gap. How appropriate. We were never meant to be separated; not even in our sleep.
The sweet scent of her long hair awakened my senses. And again I smiled.
There is nothing better than spooning, well, unless you’re forking.
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