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Category Archives: 100 Days 2011
031/100 aka 171/365
THE MATTRESS Word Count: 317 It was silly to worry about it, to feel shame. This she told herself again and again before finally deciding that they absolutely had to buy a new mattress set. The problem was not with … Continue reading
030/100 aka 170/365
THE FOOT (for Hank, with love and understanding) Word Count: 529 Mr. Zefferelli kept his amputated foot in a wooden box stored on a shelf in his closet. It had been cut off just below the knee because of an … Continue reading
029/100 aka 169/365
THE WOMAN WHO COLLECTS CHERRY PITS Word Count: 780 The woman who collected cherry pits wore woolen skirts all year around. She wore nylon stockings rolled down and knotted at the knee the way everyone’s grandmother’s mother did at one … Continue reading
028/100 aka 168/365
NATURAL LANGUAGE Word Count: 300 One of those moments happens, the instant that flies by in the guise of two blue herons flying low overhead against a summer still-light nine o’clock sky. I take it as a sign of confirmation. … Continue reading
027/100 aka 167/365
THE RAINDROP IN ITS MOMENT Word Count: 253 She said, “This morning I watched a single raindrop suddenly lit up by the rising sun. It flickered like a firefly, clinging to the tippity-tip of a new grown spurt of branch. … Continue reading
026/100 aka 166/365
THE THING ABOUT PEACHES Word Count: 486 He struggled up the three stairs and into the kitchen, the screen door banging shut behind him. She was standing at the stove, stirring a huge steaming pot that came almost up to … Continue reading
025/100 aka 165/365
LOVE IS Word Count: 365 The girl’s name was Maricela and the man’s name was Cruz. They were the only two people in the world. Every day Cruz would bring Maricela a gift, some small something that had caught his … Continue reading
024/100 aka 164/365
AFTERMATH Word Count: 353 I told them that I saw Russell’s face in all my dreams. That like a wax doll he shows up at a party right in the middle of a living room. He’s sitting on the couch. … Continue reading
023/100 aka 163/365
THE MOMENT Word Count: 295 The morning rises gray and threatening. The buildings I thought so tall and stately form a scaffold that holds the tarp of sky. Otherwise I think it would fall and smother us, grind our faces … Continue reading
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022/100 aka 162/365
EVAPORATION Word Count: 350 She cried and cried and cried. She wondered if it would kill her, her tears bleeding out unstopped. If she cried out all the moisture in her body, left shrunken and skeletal like a maple leaf … Continue reading