#100WW - Apr 2, 2025
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100 word story
Write something that moves us in exactly 100 words, inspired by the photo above!
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100 Word Wednesday
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So, you stored music on this? In the day.
Yes.
And it’s called?
A cassette.
-ette. Implies small. But it’s gigantic.
Your French is better than your pop culture.
Try ancient history.
Touché. They were used to curate a bespoke arrangement for a loved one. Called a mixtape.
Sounds a bit patriarchal.
Meant to be romantic.
What did it hold about 1000 songs?
Try 12.
Barbaric.
Sometimes the tape would jam and spill out in a loop. You had to rewind it with a pencil. You do know what a pencil is?
Honestly, I don’t know how you people survived.
Calling My Wife From the Dark Beach
I told you, she tossed the white cassette tape like snow, like salt! Yes, right over her bare shoulder. No, I don’t think she was aiming for the sea. Or for me. I was just walking by with a whiskey, and I saw her throw it at the edge of the water. Yes, I saw the boy run after it. No, I’m not sure that it was her child. Seven, maybe eight. I don’t know why I waited to run in. It was 3 a.m. Yes, I’m sure I lost them. I never had them. Honey, I lost them.
Rewind
“Dad, you still have this?” My son frowned at a music cassette tape, flipping it over and over.
“Yeah, buddy. This is a time-capsule for mum and me.”
“Can we play it?”
“Not anymore. At least not without an old cassette player.”
He nodded thoughtfully.
“You know,” I said. “We rewound it manually. Not like jumping between among songs at will.”
“Must be painful–”
“Perhaps, but it was the only thing we had. I must say though, rewinding it manually made us rework and revisit things.”
“Like relationships?”
“Yeah, unlike the pause, skip, and jump to a new one instantly!”