#100WW - June 11, 2025
photo prompt
100 word story
Write something that moves us in exactly 100 words, inspired by the photo above!
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- Precisely 100 words (title excluded)
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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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3 thoughts on “#100WW – June 11, 2025”
Lost Love
As we’re about to get into the white ambassador for our honeymoon, my sis-in-law came racing down.
“Jiju, other than the placard, you need a couple of things more to be attached to the rear…”
“Are you nuts or what! What’s this thing with the shoes on a string for? To spoil our mood, right!”
“On the contrary, it will ward off the evil eyes, you know.” She exclaimed.
Finding that more hilarious than superstitious, I clicked a picture.
Today, I threw that picture out on my way back from the crematorium. Dona succumbed to leukaemia on our first anniversary!
Exposure
Like the marriage, the photo started as a blank slate. Plain white paper. Then the combination of elements, the chemistry, produced a vibrant portrait, as if by magic. Bringing air and light and time to the coupling allowing it to develop, breathe, blossom. A new creation springing into view. Vivid. A miracle. Over time sunlight no longer a positive catalyst. Sunshine over the years now showing all faults. Oxygen destructive. Breaking down the creation. Baking, warping, cracking, until the magic faded away. Not back to the original empty white. Not that. Something worse than that. What was left was ghosts.
Omen
The sign pasted to the trunk of the car was supposed to say, “Just Married” but “Married” had spelled “Marred.” The groomsmen whistled, high-fived, slapped their knees. All of us bridesmaids bit our fingernails and feigned amusement. But it wasn’t funny. The bride wore a hard, overly large smile in a failed attempt to mask blue eyes now red and wild with anger. The groom nodded and played along saying, yah, yah, very funny while searching for a marker to correct his own mistake. He tried so hard to fix it but, in the end, it was never quite right.