Tag Archives: 100 Days 2012

Word Count:  430 You remember the man with no nose, Mr. Hegerson, a widower who lived on the block. You were little and he caught you staring, and your mother wasn’t around. He lifted up the rubber nose that he … Continue reading →

Word Count:  590 She thought it’d be best to first try it out, see if she really could live without him. She locked him up in the pantry they used as a wine cellar down in the basement. By that … Continue reading →

Word count: 444 She loved hummingbirds. Cried when they left her at the first chill of September. This summer she felt closer to them than ever before. They didn’t zip away when she spoke out her kitchen window to a … Continue reading →

Word Count:  385 Very few who’d enjoyed his liver and onions would have guessed it was human. They noticed the delicate flavor, the perfect texture, not mushy nor tough as liver is often delivered from kitchen to plate in the … Continue reading →

Word Count:  370 As soon as he walked in the door he turned on the news. The Channel 5 pretty blonde news anchor greeted her audience with a big smile and a wink. “Today marked the first day under new … Continue reading →

Word Count:  430 The data, the charts with their colored towers, the numbers, especially the numbers, were driving him crazy. How could they offer this crap as proof? He’d stopped the newspapers. He now read them all online. The Times, … Continue reading →

Word Count:  445 He watched the birds circling, circling high up in the sky out back over the fields. She’d’ve liked that he thought, and spat on the ground. She claimed she was one with nature. Was happy as a … Continue reading →

Word Count:  352 An elderly woman prepares for her death by doing everything she wanted to do, not leaving loose ends, or adventures only imagined. She’s cleaned the house as if for a holiday dinner. The floors have been waxed, … Continue reading →

Word Count:  467 It was your birthday present to yourself. You’d saved up in a special account just in case you were still single when you turned thirty. It isn’t right, you know this; it isn’t the way it should … Continue reading →

Word Count:  507 His preferred method was strangulation. His favorite means was a pair of their own silk panties. He liked lacy, black or petal peach, and he really didn’t care for thongs. He liked to take them first to … Continue reading →