Oblivion

He meant to take a powder, another run at it, despite “it” not looking so good. Snow blinded, clutching one pole (the other one missing, as well as one glove, one boot, one ski), he clung to the precipice, swaying on one leg. In the distance Sally (lovely Sally!) leaped and flapped, her whole body a semaphore—was she trying to tell him something or just making fun of him? Then Quizno flashed by, tall and dashing, followed by Sam, Rick, and Schlomo, handsome all, laying down a single trail of powder like a bright zigzaggy arrow angling toward oblivion.

 

 

Joe Lerner‘s fiction and poetry have appeared (or are scheduled to appear) in Gargoyle, Pif, PoetsWest, and elsewhere. He blogs at http://furiousfictions.com.

3 Responses to “Oblivion”

  1. Joe Lerner says:

    My first story credit for 2012. Thanks 100 Word Story!

    (I now blog at http://furiousfictions.com.)

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