Saturday, February 16, 2008

Pennacle, A 100 Word Story

Sitting on his porch in the spring air, a cigar clutched in one hand and a glass of bourbon in the other. The bottle and a bowl of ice stood at his feet. Eighty long years had brought him to this point. It was almost time. He could feel it in his bones. He took one last puff on the stogie and a sip from the glass and pushed himself erect. Swinging his cane and throwing ice cubes he yelled, “Get offa my lawn you damn kids!” He felt a little sad… The best part of his day was over.



At February 16, 2008 6:42 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Isn't it ironic how we struggle to fit our thoughts into 100 words, yet silence, when chosen, reveals our souls........


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