100 Words – Reminds

The cool air reminds me that I shouldn't be thinking about her. Fall was our time. Me and the one who got away. I flatter myself. I like to believe I had her hooked but she was just teasing at the line. The warm sun reminds me of the one I should be thinking about. The one I did reel in, or perhaps she reeled me in. Mutual reeling? Sure, why not. The wet grass reminds me to dream about one I never met. I'd add a deep-sea fishing metaphor here if I knew anything about deep-sea fishing. I don't.

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100 Words – Martyrs

There are martyrs in the woods and candles in the bushes. The sky is dark and the time of wind is upon us. The dogs sense that something is wrong. They whimper at the movements in the shadows that only they see. The rocks in the road are sharper than my father-in-laws pocket knife. The squirrels leap across the branches to avoid them. Sadness seems to be winning. A chill reaches out for our bodies. After weeks of heat we consider submission. Tonight we will rest uneasy. The hatches are secured. The talismans are nailed to the door. God saves.

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