Friday, March 4, 2011

Original Work: Untitled

(Still a work in progress??? I'm not completely happy with it...)

“Ceci est le sac de semeur. Prenez et jetez au vent.” – Victor Hugo

(This is the grainsack. Take and scatter on the wind.)

He shaded his eyes from the sun, looked up, and saw nothing but red brick—the color of the earth beneath him, but in the tower above him instead. The sounds of cattle pulling carts and the salty smell of sweat surrounded him.

As he turned, his neighbor hefted a sizeable pile of bricks into his arms, coating both their arms with a layer of dust; he chuckled and said, “Get these to the top.”

The first man turned to climb the tower. “Fine. Going now,” he said.

His neighbor looked at him puzzled. What had the man just said?

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Original Work: Frozen Memory (A 55 Word Story)

Snow floated gently to the ground as the elderly couple walked down the street.

It’s been twenty years since our son died, she thought. And still Bob pretends nothing is wrong.

As they turned into the driveway, Bob said, “He would have been twenty-five today.”

“I know,” she said and reached for his hand.

**It's been a few years since I've written one of these. My friend Abby and I are challenging each other to write drabbles (100 word stories) now, so hopefully I'll have more to share soon.**