Seriously, this year is speeding by! I am currently reading
Life on the Pharm by Damian Rentoule and I came across this quote that stuck with me. "The caregivers lacked the imagination to see a future that was not represented in the past."*
It rattled around in my head for a few days, so I decided this month's story would be built around that. It didn't quite work out as I'd planned (and I'm not that happy with it) but I'll put it out there and maybe return at a later date. (it reminds me a bit of this one, so if I worked a bit harder, I could merge the two perhaps). Sometimes the word count is a blessing, and sometimes it's a curse.
So mine is 100 words:
The concealer worked much better here. You could hardly tell at all that she had a black eye. There would be no need to wear sunglasses this time. She paused a moment with regret and reflected that it had been a mistake to lack the courage for a better future, not to have the imagination to see a life not replicated by the past. There was nothing to be done about it now. It was too late for any of that. Gingerly she touched the cut on her lip. It was almost gone. Things certainly healed quicker in the afterlife.
Newbies, write a 100 word story (exactly) or one less than 30 words and put it in the comment - then link your blog (if you have one) so we can all check out your unfettered style.
*Life on the Pharm is a dystopian adventure, with a sci-fi feel - it reminds me of Fahrenheit 451 and Feed, in terms of the people stuck in gross machinations. Losing the sense of what makes us individuals, I guess. Only 40 pages in though....(just didn't want you to think it was remotely anything like my little 100 words above).
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