100 Words – Angry Ocean

It was one of those days when the ocean reminds you who's the boss. Two miles away the air is already full of salty spray. The breezy morning is now a blustery afternoon. The clouds are threatening to punish me for my sins. My bike's chain is squealing and jumping. The blowing sand has conquered what was left of a long over-due lubing. Finally I reach the parking lot. The ocean is angry. The wind is fierce. I abandon the bike on the wet sand. Standing at the end of the continent I wonder once again what I'm looking for.

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100 Words – Stars

There were more stars than I could ever imagine. High in the Vermont hills I was dragged out of the cabin, and a nice comfortable fireside drunk, into the sobering cold night. "Come look at all the stars," said the girl I lusted for, though her lust lay elsewhere. Then I looked up. We gasped in unison. We had sex right there on the dirt driveway. Overwhelmed by the glory. We had to respond. It was quick and humbling. We got back inside as the rest of the gang returned from night skiing. She and he went right to bed.

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