#100WW - Oct 16, 2024
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)
- Give it a Title
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- One entry (per person) per week
when
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where
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why
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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 16, 2024”
She hurried down the city street, bracing against the bitter cold that crept between the lapels of her coat. She felt the heat of the sun on her back. It cast a long, slender shadow before her. She crossed the busy street and watched as her shadow disappeared into the shade of the buildings.
“Frances!”
“Sorry! In a rush,” she yelled, waving aggressively and turning north.
“Frances, wait!”
She couldn’t run and there was no place to hide, so she turned around.
“Hi, Scott. I’m already late.”
“I wanted you to hear it from me,” he said. “Camille is pregnant.”
Long shadows
Cold in the early-morning city. Wind rolls her eyes at my sale-rack coat, thin leggings, and passes right through them. Waiting for the light to change, huddled against the cold, huddled against the city, huddled against myself. Waiting for my life to change, so many red lights, needing gentle breezes, needing a green. Paint peels off light poles like bark on the birch trees back home. Life rolls her eyes at my expectations, my excuses, my plans. They peel off, fall away, leaving me naked before the winds of life. There are no sale-rack coats, no leggings, for one’s soul.
@CynBernard53