Friday Fiction #7: 100 Word Challenge

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The star. The crazy, impossibly bright star.

Why here, Kat wondered. Getting here hadn't been easy. Her car had died three days ago, the day before she had run out of money.

As if her life hadn’t been hard enough. Why did I come? She felt weighed down and dirty. He doesn’t want me.

A rustling sound caught her attention. She shaded her eyes and, looking skyward, saw…angels? Hundreds, thousands of angels! And in the center, the crazy, impossibly bright star.

In that instant, Kat knew why she had come. She dropped to her knees. My Lord and My God.

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Friday Fiction #6: 100 Word Challenge

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The Last Supper

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If she took another bite, she would be ill. American excess. Obscene. She smiled and thanked her hostess for the lovely meal.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. The Senator does love to put on a show for you Ambassadors. I guess you don't have a holiday like Thanksgiving in, uh, in your country?"

She shook her head. Stupid cow doesn't even know where I'm from. She looked at the Congressmen and their wives seated around the table. Corpses in waiting. "I brought something special for dessert," she said, smiling brightly. "It is, how you say, to die for."

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Friday Fiction #5: 100 Word Challenge

A Personal Sacrifice

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Imre and Ji walked toward the altar. She felt its malice. Felt it drawing them closer.

Ji's small hand in hers was warm. She looked down at him. Grey eyes. Black curls. Smooth skin. Unblemished. A perfect sacrifice. And she, Imre, was charged with leading him to the slaughter. Such an honor, they said.

He smiled up at her. Trusting.

They stopped at the altar. "Ji," she whispered. "Run." She pushed him toward the forest. A stinking cloud hung over the stone. In the center, two glowing red coals. Eyes.

"I will not be denied." The cloud enveloped her.

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Friday Fiction #4: 100 Word Challenge

The Relativity of Time

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Rebecca tore her eyes away from the wildly jumping needles on the vicisometer and looked at Dr. Scott-Giles. "Doctor, what's happening?"

"I don't know, Rebecca. This kind of activity is unprecedented." He turned abruptly and left the lab. 

Unsure what to do, Rebecca hesitated before following him out of the building. She knew where he was going; the one place on the Institute grounds that held the key to everything.

Rebecca struggled to remain upright against the sucking wind. She could see Dr. Scott-Giles approaching The Wheel. Then he was pulled in and was gone.

The wheel spun ever faster.

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Jimmie: Karma Dies Today
Darleen: Untitled
Smitty: Also Untitled (Come on, guys, help me out here.)
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Friday Fiction #3: 100 Word Challenge

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

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"Oh, Sissy," breathed Maude. Here comes a handsome one."

Beryl leaned slightly forward as Maude reached to push back the heavy drapery. The movement caught Geoff's eye as he passed by and he looked up.

Tittering coyly, Beryl smoothed her hair. "Is he the one, Mama?"

On the street, Geoff turned back to his friends. "Did you see that," he asked? A couple queer old birds watching us from the window."

Inside, Maude and Beryl settled back to wait for the suitors that never came, just as they had been waiting for the last 75 years. Mama's skeleton was silent.

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Friday Fiction #2: 100 Word Challenge

The Last Goodbye

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Oswald gripped the photograph and let the memories come. Of a small boy with a crippling stutter; the gift of a battered ventriloquist's dummy. Buddy became his best and only friend. Even after all the success, Oswald left him just as he was; just as he loved him.

Now Buddy was dead in a hotel fire. Alone, helpless because of a woman. Red hair like blazing fire. Green eyes like the sea. Oswald had been bewitched and the cost was too high. He let the guilt and grief wash over him and stepped off the bridge rail into the void.

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Friday Fiction #1: 100 Word Challenge

The Spy Beside Me 

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Doris sat near the front window of the dingy café, smoking a cigarette and waiting. Why am I here, she wondered. Why should I believe an anonymous phone call?

Before long, the door of the pawn shop across the street opened and Frank came out, carrying a battered suitcase. Not his. Doris checked her watch. The timing was perfect. It's true. My life is a lie.

A seedy little man slid into the chair across the table. “So,” he said, his cultured voice at odds with his grubby appearance. “I have a lot to tell you about your husband.”

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From my friend, Jimmie Bise, Jr., Darleen Click, Smitty, Big Gator 5 and April.