Friday, February 23, 2018

100 Words a Day 1129

“Who was that on the phone? The police? What did they say?”

“There was an accident.”

“Is he okay?”

“They’re sending someone over to speak with us in person.”

“I told you not to let him take the car! This is all your fault!”

“It wasn’t a car accident.”

“What happened? What happened to him?”

“They wouldn’t go into detail over the phone. They just told me there’d been an accident at the bar he was at.”

“I knew we shouldn’t have let him go there. I told you that.”

“Yes. You did. I just told him to be careful.”

Thursday, February 22, 2018

100 Words a Day 1128

“Pass me the ladle, would you.”

“Sure, no problem.”


“How’s the soup?”

“Delicious. The meat is so tender. What did you say it was?”

“I didn’t.”

“Well. What is it?”

“Come on, don’t be coy. I must know.”

“Well, remember those raiders that came through here two days ago.”

“The guys that tried to steal our onions? Yeah, what about them? Did they have this with them?”

“Not exactly.”


“Well, let’s just say that raid solved our meat problems for the next few weeks, now that the refrigerator is running.”

“Wait, are you saying…”


“I feel sick.”

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

100 Words a Day 1127

“Ugh, I can’t believe it’s only Tuesday.”

“Tell me about it. It feels like it should be Saturday morning.”

“You two are such creampuffs. When I was your age, we didn’t have days off.  We worked on in the fields, sunrise to sunset.”

“Sure, sure ,sure. And if you weren’t fortunate enough to have a dinosaur to ride, you had to walk uphill both ways. Life’s changed.”

“Yeah, and don’t go on another rant about salad days and the best times of our lives. Maybe if you’d taken better care of yourself, you wouldn’t be such a creaky old man.”

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

100 Words a Day 1126

“This coffee’s cold.”

“You should be happy we have coffee at all.”

“Aw, that’s the same sorta nonsense those people goin’ on about bein’ happy to have a job are makin’.”


“Nobody should be grateful to have a job. That’s just nonsense the bosses feed you to keep you from actin’ up.”

“Keep it down, man. Do you want somebody to hear?”

“What if they do? Are they going put me up against a wall? No, they’re gonna do nothing. Maybe fire me.”

“Fine, then shut up because I don’t want someone thinking I’m the one sprouting your bullshit.”

Monday, February 19, 2018

100 Words a Day 1125

“This rain is horrible.”

“Good thing we beat the army though. They’ll churn the roads till they’re impassible.”

“If we hadn’t beaten the army, we’d be strung up on hooks like a couple of stuck pigs.”

“You’re right there.”

“We’ll have to huff it through the night as is. And a damn cold one it’ll be.”

“It’s just a little rain.”

“Sure, sure. You’ve had ten times worse when you were a boy and I’m just some soft city folk.”

“Both of those are true, yes.”

“I’m not sure what’s worse: being on the run or being stuck with you.”

Sunday, February 18, 2018

100 Words a Day 1124

The unfamiliar, upon seeing the opposing armies, would wonder what noble’s son was being entrusted to lead such a large assemblage of men. His armor was black with gold whorls and edging. When he removed his helmet, the face revealed was angelic. His skin was pale and without blemish. His eyes were piercing blue. With one shake of his head, his pressed-down locks, golden in color, sprang back to their habitual curls. He smiled at the men around him. They puffed out their chests as his infectious confidence washed over them. He re-donned his helmet, raised his sword, and charged.

Friday, February 16, 2018

100 Words a Day 1123

They were late, again. I shivered outside, wondering when someone would arrive to open the door.

How did I end up here?

Reviewing the events of my life, I found no singular moment that had lead me to my current state. They say the way to improve something is through the elimination of small inefficiencies. My life seemed to have involved the accumulation of said inefficiencies.

Those readers who are more self-righteous are not doubt thinking something about working your way up a ladder of some kind. For that to work, the first rung has to still be within reach.