Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A Personal Sacrifice

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Imre and Ji walked toward the altar. She felt its malice. Felt it drawing them closer.

Ji's small hand in hers was warm. She looked down at him. Grey eyes. Black curls. Smooth skin. Unblemished. A perfect sacrifice. And she, Imre, was charged with leading him to the slaughter. Such an honor, they said.

He smiled up at her. Trusting.

They stopped at the altar. "Ji," she whispered. "Run." She pushed him toward the forest. A stinking cloud hung over the stone. In the center, two glowing red coals. Eyes.

"I will not be denied." The cloud enveloped her.

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Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

The Relativity of Time

Rebecca tore her eyes away from the wildly jumping needles on the vicisometer and looked at Dr. Scott-Giles. "Doctor, what's happening?"

"I don't know, Rebecca. This kind of activity is unprecedented." He turned abruptly and left the lab. 

Unsure what to do, Rebecca hesitated before following him out of the building. She knew where he was going; the one place on the Institute grounds that held the key to everything.

Rebecca struggled to remain upright against the sucking wind. She could see Dr. Scott-Giles approaching The Wheel. Then he was pulled in and was gone.

The wheel spun ever faster.

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More Friday Fiction:

Jimmie: Karma Dies Today
Darleen: Untitled
Smitty: Also Untitled (Come on, guys, help me out here.)
April: The Signal
BigGator5: The Demon's Wheel

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

"Oh, Sissy," breathed Maude. Here comes a handsome one."

Beryl leaned slightly forward as Maude reached to push back the heavy drapery. The movement caught Geoff's eye as he passed by and he looked up.

Tittering coyly, Beryl smoothed her hair. "Is he the one, Mama?"

On the street, Geoff turned back to his friends. "Did you see that," he asked? A couple queer old birds watching us from the window."

Inside, Maude and Beryl settled back to wait for the suitors that never came, just as they had been waiting for the last 75 years. Mama's skeleton was silent.

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Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

The Last Goodbye

Oswald gripped the photograph and let the memories come. Of a small boy with a crippling stutter; the gift of a battered ventriloquist's dummy. Buddy became his best and only friend. Even after all the success, Oswald left him just as he was; just as he loved him.

Now Buddy was dead in a hotel fire. Alone, helpless because of a woman. Red hair like blazing fire. Green eyes like the sea. Oswald had been bewitched and the cost was too high. He let the guilt and grief wash over him and stepped off the bridge rail into the void.

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More Friday Fiction from Jimmie, Darleen, BigGator5, Smitty, April and Becca.

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

The Spy Beside Me 

Doris sat near the front window of the dingy café, smoking a cigarette and waiting. Why am I here, she wondered. Why should I believe an anonymous phone call?

Before long, the door of the pawn shop across the street opened and Frank came out, carrying a battered suitcase. Not his. Doris checked her watch. The timing was perfect. It's true. My life is a lie.

A seedy little man slid into the chair across the table. “So,” he said, his cultured voice at odds with his grubby appearance. “I have a lot to tell you about your husband.”

More Friday Fiction

From my friend, Jimmie Bise, Jr., Darleen Click, Smitty, Big Gator 5 and April.

Are You Smarter Than a Bumblebee?

You wouldn't think it would be much of a contest, would you?

No one likes bumblebees more than I do. Seriously. It's my not-so-secret fantasy to have a hamster-sized bumblebee as a pet, but that doesn't mean that I have any expectation that I could teach it to sit on command.

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Mourning in America

“A voice was heard in Ramah, Lamentation and bitter weeping, Rachel weeping for her children, Refusing to be comforted for her children, Because they are no more.” 

Waking up to the realization that yesterday wasn't just a horrible nightmare, imagining how much worse this morning is for the parents of the slain children. No words of wisdom; no words can comfort. Just a bone deep, ineffable sadness.