#100WW — Head in the Clouds

“Fred, what are you doing sprawled out on the ground staring off into space?” Tony asked.

“Fred nonchalantly greeted his coworker. “I had to come out here and chill for a while. Our manager is driving me crazy. I can’t deal with his trite motivational platitudes anymore.”

“Well, you’d better get your head out of the clouds,” Tony said. “The boss has been looking for you and sent me out to find you. He’s not a happy camper.”

“Just tell him you couldn’t find me. I have a really negative visceral reaction to that guy. I’ll go find him later.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Bikurgurl. Also for these daily prompts: MMA Storytime (chill), The Daily Spur (manager), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (trite), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (visceral).

#100WW — The Annual Halloween Picnic

“I promise to get it done,” Bonnie said.

“You didn’t get the word out, yet?” Laurie said. “Halloween is just three days away. You said you’d disseminate the info to everyone that the picnic at the park this year is canceled due to the pandemic.”

“This whole virus thing is chilling to me,” Bonnie said. “So many sick, so many dying.”

“Well, it’s probably just as well, “Laurie said. “Everyone gets drunk and causes quite a fracas at this event, anyway.”

“Maybe this nightmare will end soon and we can return to our jocular selves again,” Bonnie said.

“Yeah, right.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl. Also for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (promise), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (disseminate), Word of the Day Challenge (chilling), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fracas), and Your Daily Word Prompt (jocular).

100 Word Wednesday — The Gathering

“Are you sure about this?” Michelle asked as she and Doug walked down the dirt road toward the tents set up in the distance. “I’m getting a bad feeling.”

“Don’t worry,” Doug responded. “Charles said they’re cool.”

“Why are they meeting out here in the middle of nowhere? What are they up to?”

“Nothing,” Doug insisted. “They just want some privacy.”

“Privacy? Why?” Michelle asked. “Are those white hoods some of them are wearing?”

Doug grabbed Michelle’s hand and pulled her along. They approached a man in a white hood. “Michelle,” Doug said, “this is Charles. He’s the Grand Dragon.”

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Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.

#100WW — Rush Hour

George stood in the middle of the road, but there were no cars anywhere. It was the evening rush hour, or at least what had traditionally been rush hour before the pandemic.

The president had embraced something called “herd immunity,” which occurs when a large part of the population becomes immune to a specific disease, either through vaccination or previous infections. But he hadn’t anticipated that the virus would mutate, making reinfection not only possible, but likely. Nor did he understand how long it would take to develop a safe and effective vaccine.

Now almost no one was left.

(99 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.

#100WW — The Long Ride Home

“I was dumbfounded when I found out that Harry had decided to cremate his remains,” Andrea said as they were driving back to the city from the crematorium. “As his wife, the onus was on you to talk him into a traditional burial at a cemetery.”

“Oh my God,” Rose said, “are you serious? It was his final wish to be cremated after he passed away. Who am I to tell him how to dispose of his body. And who the hell are you to criticize me for not abiding by his wishes?”

The drive home proceeded in icy silence.

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Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (dumbfounded), Word of the Day Challenge (cremate and crematorium), Your Daily Word Prompt (onus), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (serious). Photo credit: Bikurgurl.