#100WW - Apr 30, 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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2 thoughts on “#100WW – Apr 30, 2025”
Note to self when getting chased through the woods. There is no cammo for birch. What am I a Dalmatian? At least there’s no snow, not that I could stand out much more. These skinny sons of bitches look like they are eyeballing me. I remember in Sunday school some guy put his cows in front of striped weeds, and they ended up striped. I could use that now. Funny what you remember from Sunday school. And what you forget. Next time I dip into the till I guess I ought to not get caught. Or do it in summer.
The Big Picture
“Did you know that bark of the birch is waterproof?”
I nodded. We were taking a leisurely walk through the glorious forest in late autumn, the trees almost bare.
“What is the use of this now? You know it’s over.” I said.
“No! I really want you to see the details. Everything has its uses, good qualities when broken down.”
It was hard seeing her like this. I finally stopped walking. She turned a few paces ahead, her eyes moist.
“It’s far too late for that, Mel? With us, this marriage. You never could see the forest for the trees.”