Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Your Mission: Using this image as your inspiration, write a story using only 100 words – no more, no less.

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A story,

“Want to dance?”

She had spotted him through the gym doors. Others made fun of his silence, bowed head and shuffling gait.

But she had math with him, watching him when he didn’t know. He was no dummy.

She moved closer, put her hands on his shoulders. “No one can see us out here. It’s a slow dance, easy.”

He looked up, his cornflower-blue eyes alight with wicked, scary intelligence. He placed his hands lightly about her waist.

So lost in his eyes, she missed the point where their feet left the ground & they danced above the tree tops.

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Now it is your turn; post your story in the comments.

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  • James M Vines says:

    She looked as the light faded and she beheld all the hoary hosts of Heaven. The dream she had waited for so long would now come to pass. Has she had been promised, she was rewarded for sacrifice by being rejoined with her true love for now and all eternity.

  • JibberJabber says:

    113 words:
    The waltz is shades of darkest blue,
    With dancing words you can’t confess.
    Recall the loss of something true,
    And warmth of someone else’s caress.
    Thoughts of remorse, these feel no less,
    Than sitting in a sermon pew.

    The waltz is deep romantic red,
    With fluttered leaping in your chest.
    Recall each word your partner said.
    Treasure the good. Dismiss the rest.
    Submit to follow in his stead,
    Because this love is heaven blessed.

    The waltz is yellow, full of light.
    It lifts your spirit off the ground.
    Recall the hopes that gleam so bright,
    Uncertain yet entrancing sound.
    Dance every morning. Kneel each night,
    And pray that these dreams can be found.

  • Steven Fletcher says:

    Her eyes crinkle in the corners when she smiles.

    She was 17. He didn’t understand love, but he held her in the moonlight and dreamed of home, because wherever she was – that was home.

    She was 45. Little Aaron would turn 20 next year. Dancing was that escape they snuck away to do.

    She was 93. She didn’t dance now. Her walker squeaked on the linoleum. He held her hands, her eyes crinkling as she smiled.

    Now, in that place of forever young, he extends his hand for a dance. She approaches – her eyes crinkling in the corners.

  • Darleen Click says:

    Wow, you guys… thanks, these are especially good! Bravo!

  • Skillyboo says:

    The third time. His third wedding dance but this one felt different, it felt right. Looking back at the photo of them dancing in the spotlight he never imagined how wonderful his life had just become. The children, grandchildren and those wonderful memories. His eyes moistened as he thought about how there never was a time he did not love her. From that moment she fell, literally, into his arms he fell for her. Love at first sight really does happen. And to think all it took was for her to trip over a cobblestone. Thank you Lord, he whispered.

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