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Genre: Realistic Fiction Word Count: 100
SET FIRE TO THE RAIN
Rain pelted the restaurant window. Why had he come back to Nam anyway? Curiosity? His therapist called it “coming to terms.”
Anthony unfolded the yellowed stationery.
“October 3, 1968
Sweetheart, I feel like a rat, since you’re off in Vietnam. But I’m afraid you’ll get killed and I won’t have no one. I met this really nice guy named Ted. You’d really like him. We got married last night. I hope you understand.
All my love,
“‘You’d really like him.’” Anthony held his lighter to a corner of the letter. “Why the hell did I keep it?”
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😀 A hearty congratulations goes out to Madison Woods, Friday Fictioneers creator, who is marrying her beloved on the 22nd of this month! A blessing on your head! Mazel tov! Mazel tov! 😀
As always, writers are encouraged to be as innovative as possible with the prompt and 100 word constraints.
Henry David Thoreau said it best.
“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.
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While our name implies “fiction only” it’s perfectly Kosher to write a non-fiction piece as long as it meets the challenge of being a complete story in 100 words.
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“This looks real old, Grandpa,” said nine-year-old Noah.
Edmond set down a piano-shaped teapot to look at a dog-eared book his grandson was leafing through.“Well, I’ll be! It’s Tom Swift and his Airship.
“Seventy years ago Pop got me an almost identical copy at a flea market like this. It was old even then.” Edmond took it from him. “His last day of leave. A month later the telegram came from the war department.”
He opened to the first page. The cramped handwriting blurred.