Bob and Sparky: The Date

Poor Sparky

100 Words - Anvil and Sword

 For our sixth anniversary, the Iron anniversary, I bought my wife an anvil. No, I’m not an idiot, she does metalwork on weekends. She used it to make me a sword. It’s beautiful and dangerous. When swinging it I look like a kid with a cardboard tube.

She keeps trying to get me to go to pretend medieval sword fighting events. I try to explain that my lack of coordination should disqualify me from such activities. She laughs and again offers to make me chain-mail armor. I again suggest she should make something that less involves me in mortal combat.

Why Boise?

Retirement gone totally strange

100 Words - Around The Board

 Luck or doom. Fortune or destruction. My voyage around the game board had higher stakes than usual. Across the table sat a snotty rich kid whose men and their guns were glaring at me. Will they kill me if I win? I can’t afford to lose. That money in the kitty represents four months rent.

We started with six players. The first few bets were a joke, but things got out of hand. The other four went broke one after the other over the course of an hour. Now it’s just me and him, and th6se guys with those guns.

Passing Wind

Fighting the wind. Riding a bike. Facing reality.

100 Words - Mattress Money

 

Back home there lies a man in a shallow grave. I buried him there just before the Fall’s first frost. The dogs will find him in the spring. They’ll know it was me, but won’t come looking. He was an evil man.

No one will mourn him. At least no one who knew about his mattress full of cash. All they’ll find there are crumpled up newspapers and forty dollars to throw them off the trail. One more mattress score and I’ll be able to retire.

The new town and job suck. I wonder where the boss keeps his money.

Web Of Enlightenment

Deep thoughts require a deep web