Monday, July 25, 2022
Saturday, July 23, 2022
100 Words - Hungover Escape
Spencer tried to look around but he couldn’t #move his hungover head. The ceiling looked familiar. Something was cooking. It didn’t smell good. Hungarian goulash! The ceiling and how he came to be under it returned to his memory. With all his might he stood up and ran.
He made it out the front door but the gate was locked. It was tall but he thought he could make it over. He was halfway up when she discovered he was missing.
“Spencer, where are you?” She yelled with friendly menace.
The bullet hit him just before he hit the ground.
Saturday, July 16, 2022
100 Words - Space Rabies
Smiley never actually wanted to go to space, but he wanted everything else in an astronaut’s life. The Corvette. The wife with the big big hair. Even the getting spun around on the centrifuge. All the fun stuff, with none of that being infected with space rabies stuff.
Smiley based most of his life on the late-night movies he watched. Science fiction, horror, Swedish detectives and hot rod babes were the source of his understanding of the world. Oh, and the Bowery Boys. He really loved the Bowery boys. Maybe that’s where he went wrong. Those gosh darn Bowery Boys.
Saturday, July 9, 2022
100 Words - Fabric Knowledge
Working in the designer fabric warehouse left me with knowledge uncommon among my friends. However, my ability to identify the color periwinkle never got me anything but blank stares. Not an effective pickup line in dive bars.
So much of what I’ve collected knowledge-wise seems like useless trivia. Like a detective novel, I save every bit of information in case it becomes useful later. Waiting for the next sunrise to bring some gestalt of my hoarded data. It will all make sense. It will have purpose. Periwinkle, racing apexes and the history of Spain will combine into an intellectual Nirvana.