Getaway
Nola sat ripening, Gulf waters spitting foam at her feet — sunglasses, lotion, rum and coke, and a circus tent towel — the whole bit. She just needed a god damned break from them. In San Francisco he saw the ripples in his coffee and heard the picture frames chatter nervously before the walls came down. He never heard a sound from either of them. They were pulled from the wreckage as silent as dolls while the red and orange lights danced through the trees. Under her magazine a cell phone complained soundless. Again he rang as Nola eased into innocent dreams.
Photo credit: Brian Talbot
Wonder if my teacher will get mad if i do one of these?
Me too. Having just become interested in the 100 word story I shall be using it as both a benchmark and example for my own attempts.
You have perfected the art of saying so much in so few words. Brilliant!
The most powerful 100 words I ever read!