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.

The author accepts challenges, which can be submitted via this form.

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Wed Oct 3

Gary’s Eyes

She was staring at him, comparing him to Gary. The eyes were the same haunting blue, but that was all. Gary had been dead for nearly two months now, and she still saw his face everywhere.

‘Are you OK?’ He must have seen her staring.

‘I’m fine,’ she said. They introduced themselves. Then she accepted an invitation to dinner. Then they went to her place. Then their mouths were together and she was thinking those are Gary’s eyes.

Then he was screaming. Her hands were covered in blood and in the centre of her palm were those haunting blue eyes.