People are clumsy in the morning.
I stumble and fall over everything. The bed sheets, my shoes, invisible cats. Everything. I noticed the writing on the back of my hand.
One Hundred Days
That's all I have left.
There is nothing peculiar about this morning. My wife is doing the dishes. She has three thousand and four days on the back of her hand.
I walk down the stairs. We have thirteen steps. That's seven point six days for every step.
I am becoming a mathematical genius in the short time I have left. My wife has broken a cup.
100 Words written for the 100 Word Challenge hosted by Tara Roberts over at Thin Spiral Notebook. Check it out and maybe join in the fun.
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I had to look to see if had a number on my hand. A very intriguing 100. (Thanks for linking up, Ally. I hope to see you back again.)
ReplyDeleteHa! It's okay as long as it's a really long number :) Thanks
DeleteI love this concept...but for fiction ONLY. Great imagery! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks Melissa :)
DeleteThis is really cool! What's coming next? This is the start of a eerie and fun story!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gina :)
DeleteSuper intriguing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marian :)
DeleteEveryday routine becomes eerie with the presence of the number. Shivers!
ReplyDeleteThank you Renee :)
DeleteWith all the shows on TV now (Colony, TWD, etc) it seems so commonplace to wonder what it would be like if we had these numbers tattooed. It was such an elegant flow and I will think about it a lot in the coming days I'm sure. Great storytelling.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kir. I started it out with a similar ( but different idea) and then the number thing popped in my head instead. Thankyou :)
DeleteI really liked this, but I'm not sure why. Maybe it was that it seemed like the beginning of a Twilight Zone episode? Very nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWhoa... the mind takes off in so many directions. Well done.. all the way to the broken cup and wondering about the significance. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThe numbers could be anything, but they really don't bode well, do they? Intriguing piece, Ally!
ReplyDeletewondering how the numbers changed on my hubby after July 31st. :) Great job!
ReplyDeleteOuch. I'm afraid to ask my hand what might be imprinted on its back. In 100 words, you achieved... terror, futility, resignation... and life. Love it.
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