Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

A quote: “The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” ~~ Martin Luther King, Jr

I’ll start with a story …

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No one’s here but me. There are still files on my desk, the motion on my computer, an opening statement to prep. That window behind me? My 15th floor office? The 80 hour weeks of billable hours I put in to get here?

I remember the laughter coming from the break room earlier. Another bridal shower… No. Wait. It was a baby shower. Yes, that’s it. Didn’t go. Never do. Just like I never look out my window.

Only my car is left in the garage. I finally notice the sky. I leave the city and I don’t stop driving.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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5 Comments
  • GWB says:

    Because it wasn’t a “named storm”, and because Buzzfeed couldn’t turn it into a listsicle and CNN was trying to pretend it wasn’t happening, the evacuation route was pretty clear.
    But it was definitely time to get out. Seattle needed to be in the rearview mirror. That horrific red glow will stay with me for the rest of my life.
    The religious nuts had finally done it. They had finally grasped all the local political power available. But they wanted more. So, they sacrificed a child at the City Council meeting, live on tv, and the ground had opened up….

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  • Terry says:

    I had two drinks too many, but now reluctantly heading home. Lately, these one-hour commutes really take a toll. In times past, going home was a great relief, exciting, even stimulating. But now, not so much. I used to look forward with enthusiasm and anticipation, but now, forward is only glowing darkness and radiant hopelessness.
    Things in the past were enjoyable and exciting, so I’ll focus on the rear view. I won’t look through the windshield because what’s ahead is bleakness.
    They don’t know I know. He was my best friend, for Christ’s sake…..
    Maybe tonight I’ll pull the trigger.

  • Zendo Deb says:

    I have been in that situation. (Minus the skinning out by relying on the spare key.)

    In a support role in a technology environment, I have had people come to me at 3PM with a problem because they were thinking they wanted to go home. They could have come to me at 1PM, but were sure they could fix the problem. I usually “gave them a piece of my mind” about why the F*&#^ didn’t you come to me sooner!

  • Newtonius says:

    Friday evening after work. Heading to the beach. What I see in the rear-view mirror saddens me—a cauldron of narcissistic, overachieving professionals competing with, and then betraying, each other, a cacophony of traffic thrum, horns, and sirens, a Hades-like setting where evil reigns once the sun goes down, Who am I? Nothing but a proverbial cog in money-making machinery of life. When I get to the ocean, I will tell my wife and children how much I love them. I will walk on the beach barefooted, and I will never go back to the city.

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