The First Two
Climb to the Top
108 words in 5 minutes
The bumper sticker is taped to the inside rear left window of the mini cooper. It’s forest green; the mini, not the sticker. The color of the car doesn’t matter much to this story, and it matters not at all to the body that was just a few short weeks ago stuffed in its trunk. It’s just that it’s a nice color. The sticker says: This car climbed Mt. X. Other drivers reading the sticker think: “Fun adventurer!” For the little man driving the car, the souvenir of his mountainous climb to bury the body that was once his wife is his small personal joke on the world.
Eye of a Needle
110 words, written in 5-10 minutes
The curious little nose poked its way through the thin opening between the floor and the trim. Its body followed shortly behind, pressing itself flat as a board to make the trip. Keeping up the rear was the long gray tail. (Those mice. Their little bodies can squeeze into any space their little nose does.) Now through the hole, the mouse, like a sponge or piece of squished Wonder bread, sprung back to his original state just in time to see the paw-shaped shadow descending. By the time he made it to the cat's mouth, it didn't matter whether he was flat or fat, because he was about to be dead.
108 words in 5 minutes
The bumper sticker is taped to the inside rear left window of the mini cooper. It’s forest green; the mini, not the sticker. The color of the car doesn’t matter much to this story, and it matters not at all to the body that was just a few short weeks ago stuffed in its trunk. It’s just that it’s a nice color. The sticker says: This car climbed Mt. X. Other drivers reading the sticker think: “Fun adventurer!” For the little man driving the car, the souvenir of his mountainous climb to bury the body that was once his wife is his small personal joke on the world.
Eye of a Needle
110 words, written in 5-10 minutes
The curious little nose poked its way through the thin opening between the floor and the trim. Its body followed shortly behind, pressing itself flat as a board to make the trip. Keeping up the rear was the long gray tail. (Those mice. Their little bodies can squeeze into any space their little nose does.) Now through the hole, the mouse, like a sponge or piece of squished Wonder bread, sprung back to his original state just in time to see the paw-shaped shadow descending. By the time he made it to the cat's mouth, it didn't matter whether he was flat or fat, because he was about to be dead.
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