100

A short, short story every day. No more than 100 words. No less.

The Rules

  • Only one story per day.
  • Only 100 words per story.
  • No post-publication editing, save for spelling errors.
  • Sudden illness, lack of internet access and emergencies only temporarily excuse the author.

100 was created by Melissah Burt but is probably not an original idea. All work is protected under a BY-NC-SA 2.5 Creative Commons License.

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Tue Sep 11

Fingertips

The young American is only the silhouette of his shadow on the white-grey ceiling.

His colleagues, convinced that I am addle-minded, are always candid in my presence. They claim that he stays here in London for me alone. Odd, when I am no different from any catatonic in any other lunatic asylum.

Though he is silent as he inspects me, it comes as no surprise when he brushes my cheek with his fingertips and asks, ‘where are you, Alice?’

He remembers himself and drops his hand, but his rapid heartbeats are as familiar as the shape of his shadow.