100 Words - Vegas

Rolling down hills like little kids. Falling off bridges like jilted lovers. Gravity's angels fulfilling their destinies. Imperfect lives connecting villains and heroes. Knowing which is which is the trick. Smiling faces telling lies. Angry threats speak the truth. Hearts hesitate then yield, at once regretting a choice that was the only option. Daydreaming of gods while trolling for fools. Walking down sidewalks at dusk avoiding the eyes of strangers. Wanting a quiet one, knowing you need a loud one. A flash of silver catches the eye. Loneliness shrieks in recognition then runs away. The night finds you alone again.

100 Words - Weeping

Where were they? I needed them and they weren't there. Or I needed them but I wasn't there. Why do they weep? I see them now in the mirror of nostalgia and see that I missed them and they me but such is life and we all must move on. Should I weep for them? Is that what the past is? Tears for the ones we should have known? Are they sad because they see me now and wish they knew me then? I wasn't this me then. I was a previous, inferior me. I had nothing to offer them.

100 words - God's Yo-Yo

Bob lives a palindormatic life. Every day finished the way it started. Evening spent retracing morning's steps. No conclusions, no revelations, no surprises, no changes.

The mighty hand of God playing Bob's life as a yo-yo. The holy string playing out and recoiling over the same trajectory with the same force. A divine vector bouncing off its own existence. Never finding the illusory Nirvana of walking the dog.

Bob tries to break the routine. He tells people to call him Robert but no one will. They know he is Bob and nothing can change that. The cycle must go on.