#100WW - June 25, 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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Clothespins
Early sixties, I was four,
little brother cradled in a rubber swing
fashioned from a tire before steel belted was a thing,
tied in by worn-thin old cloth diapers, (before seatbelts were things).
It hung on a T-post welded from rusty pipes,
by Daddy,
from factory salvage.
I sat in grass at one end of the line,
my left hand pushing brother on the backswing,
my right hand needling grassroots with a twig
to rouse small roly-polys from their sleep.
Mom quietly sung,
and calmly, deliberately hung,
by smartly fashioned spring strong wooden clothespins,
our fluttering lives upon the lines.
Clip Job
Deron always loved those little beads they hung above your head in pool halls. Just slide ‘em down the string to keep score. No fuss, no muss. Up and out of the way. Deron didn’t have budget for an extra cord let alone a game room, but he liked the concept. The wash line would do just fine. He’d taken care of three of the McDougal brothers, denoting each kill with a clothespin. If things went well tonight, he’d add their old man to the list and slide down the last wooden clip to make a matched quartet. Rack ‘em.
Life Without Ruby
In summer, I’d find Ruby hanging the washings on the line. She’d asked me several times for a new pack of wooden clips without success.
Had she been more careful, the clips couldn’t have vanished just like that!
“You mean, I threw them away or what?” There’s an edge in her voice.
“All I asked you was to be more careful.”
“How I wish my Mom’s alive! You wouldn’t’ve been so mean to me then…..”.
But despite all her outbursts, she never left me!
On an overcast day, I peep out. The clips on the line look lonely without Ruby…..
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