100 Word Fiction:
"Getting Past Terminal"
"Well, all we can do now is pray. Pray for Erica’s victims, pray for their families, pray for all this senseless destruction to stop.”
On “Erica” his ears perked, and his stomach dropped. He took a violent intake of a breath. No, he thought, It can’t be. Was our breakup so devastating? He leaned in, but commotion reigned. Tried to pull his entire row of Terminal chairs closer, closer to that distant flatscreen.
“ And as if this wasn’t enough, the good people of Florida now turn their attention to tropical storm Franklin.”
Oh, he thought. That makes more sense.
"Victory"
You know Quiet Study really is a tough concept. I should say something. Hey, I don’t see why just because you can’t study, I can’t study. Yes. I'll say that.
“um, excuse me. yeah i’m really sorry but maybe if you’re
gonna talk could you… oh! thanks so much! sorry, again.”
What we have here is failure to communicate. There’s some people who just don’t read signs saying Quiet Study - Please Refrain from Conversation. So, you get what we got here two minutes ago. Which is the way they wants it. Well, they gets it.
Oh, you magnificent motherfucker.
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