This piece is 100 words. Some call it a Drabble. I'm preparing to send a few things toward Scrawlers. It was an exercise that was tougher than I thought.
Seeds of Discontent
As a boy, he was often mistaken for a girl; long brown hair that turned auburn in the summer sun, eyelashes thick, lips full, creamy skin and a delicate nose that wrinkled when he smiled.
Heat would flush his face when the ladies at the bank fawned over him, misguided.
The gnarled hand shook, yellow-stained nicotine blossoms between the fingers. Nails ragged, chewed quick. The anger that never abates.
Buzzers sound and he swings his legs off the cot and stands before the bars. Tendrils of hand-drawn tattoos run like vines across his skin.
All that innocent beauty, vanished
6 comments:
Nice piece.
-- Snarky Pants
thom, you make me shiver.
I found the picture... Thanks! ;-)
http://voteforlargemarge.blogspot.com/
Thom,
Great 100-word story, Tom. Vivid transitions and wonderfully descriptive.
Please do stop by Scrawlers and write some more 100-word stories. We'd love to have you!
Barry - Scrawlers team
Sorry for the stray "Tom" in there. Do forgive me!
~Barry
I see you post at Scrawlers. Good.
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