Writing

The Line

My piece for the weekly challenge over at the 100 Word Stories Podcast.  Please check out the link to see the other stories, or to joy the challenge yourself.

The Line

Johnny Cash plays on the radio as we drive. The windows are down and warm summer air weaves through my hair as I lean out the passenger window. I get the feeling I’ll never experience something quite like this again, as we leave the funeral.
It’s strange how death can make you feel so alive. How songs become memories.
Because you’re mine, I walk the line. The words echo in my head as I look over at him, his eyes are on the road, on what is ahead of us. I can’t spend too much time looking behind, looking back.

 

Writing

Pound

I recently started participating in the weekly 100 word story challenge from The 100 Word Stories Podcast.  I’ll be posting my weekly entries here. They’ll be short and sweet, but I thought it would be fun to share them.

The story has to be exactly 100 words, which is a new challenge for me and short fiction is something I want to continue to work on.  I’m definitely still figuring it out, but I hope to get better with time.  So without further adieu, here is my story from last week:

Pound

“You’ve got your pound of flesh. Let her go.” He growled.

“Come, come James, did you really think it would be so easy? I have everything I want now. You, the girl and the bomb.” The villainess retorted, as she slithered toward him.

She stopped suddenly and her eyes widened. He waited for her to continue, but instead she slumped to the ground in front of him, revealing the so-called “girl” behind her.

“She talks too much. Gave me a good chance to get out of my restraints.” She held up a large wrench. “And to get this handy thing.”