#100WW - Feb 19, 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
Write something that moves us, and tell an entire story with only 100 words. Most importantly, share a story that begs to be read and reread!
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6 thoughts on “#100WW – Feb 19, 2025”
Fingers and toes
I remember his long twisted
Fingers and toes gaps large
I wish I got watch them grow
Single Mother
When I was born, grandma gave me a penny jar, dropped in the first 20—a symbolic acknowledgement that I’d arrived with all fingers and toes.
I’ll pay you back, mom promised six years later after she cashed them all in, then fed me with my own money. Hotdogs. Mac & Cheese.
When welfare check came, she put a ten-dollar bill in my jar. Featherlight and flimsy I thought it was good for nothing. I whined, made a big show. It’s worth the same amount, she promised, her cheeks hollow with shame.
Certain things can’t be replaced. For example, mothers.
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Ass Backwards
She didn’t trash the whole picture but she wanted to. Fawn listened to Dr. Bore (that’s what she called him) rattle away again about the postnatal complications he’d stemmed so heroically. When she could bear no more, she rose and grabbed the Sharpie from his desk. Approached the dramatic photo hanging behind his head. Entitled “Breach”. She struck through the offending label with short bold strokes. “This shows perfect presentation. Feet facing in. The mistake in naming is that the piece, like the whole process, should be viewed from the proper perspective. Not from the doctor’s view. From the mother’s.”
A Miracle Done
You laugh as if a cool sweep of sea has touched your feet, your toes white as snowdrops. In your wonderfully wide eyes, cool grass on a summer day is a miracle done. What will your first word be: some sound no one will comprehend until a tide of liquid laughter ripples beyond babble. A child’s laughter is treasure in the sand. Summer sun bends down on you lightly, and for all your years, your garden will grow faces with roses and black-eyed jewels with petals. And in an instant, you will be up and running … away from me.
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Journey of a lifetime
I wait with bated breath when the head crowns; there’s no going back now.
One last heave, one final push, and I admire the new life, the new heartbeat. All the tender moments spent conceiving, the months labouring, and the hours delivering seem worth it—even if they don’t show on your face, yet.
I cut the cord, wait for the cry, and hand her to you. If your beauty could be enhanced, then it could only be thus.
I notice her feet, the first steps of a lifetime. Countless moments await us; joy, worry, pride, tears, contentment.
I love you.