#100WW - Oct 9, 2024
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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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- 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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2 thoughts on “#100WW – Oct 9, 2024”
Sweating
I knew we were past our expiration date, but he didn’t, and my only-seventeen body was flooded with hormones, those pregnant-lady ones draining out, new it’s-done ones kicking in. Let me out of here! my cells chorused, but I didn’t know how to give them a voice. I had learned to clench fists, clench self, wait till it’s over, so I sat there sweating, drinking the water, and endured his hugs, little kisses, hand squeezes, arm rubs, whispers that used to be endearing, when all I wanted was to get to the bus station, buy a one-way ticket, and go.
@CynBernard53
A Late Lunch
“I think that’s my water,” she said as he raised the glass to his lips.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “It was hard to determine.”
“You could have asked me.”
“You’re right. I apologize.”
He set the glass down and she reached for it. He studied her face and the shape of her neck as she took a drink. A drop of condensation fell onto her lap.
“I only have thirty minutes, Cam.”
“This should take half that,” he said.
He pulled an envelope out of his bag and placed it on the table.
“What is that,” she asked.
“Divorce papers.”
@sarahrosemcnamara
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