To the ones taking deep breaths, and to the ones with exasperating sighs. To the ones gasping for air, their mouth just above water.
“As I’m sure you’ve heard, disreputable types, air pirates and such, have been spotted along the Southern Merchant Corridor, and unfortunately, that’s the route we have to take due to this weather. In the event of any hostilities, weapons will be provided to you by our Flight Engineer and defensive positions assigned as needed, if you have any questions please direct them to him, oh and travel time is about six hours. Thank you..”
There is something primal inside me that leads me into a chase. Like when a rabbit darts in front of me as I walk through a park, I always get a little twitch. I have to stop myself from darting after it like a lunatic.
100 Word Story by Stephen Harris
Nothing makes a man look as innocent and unthreatening as a good pair of glasses with thick solid frames. How could I possibly be intimidating? Look at me, I can barely see.
It’s three in the morning at the bus terminal. Why am I awake?
Few things make you feel as alone as being surrounded by people you don’t know. Being surrounded by people you know who don’t know you back is one of them. Being with people who are the ones who are supposed to know you, but don’t, is even worse.