…. the silence was deafening…..

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#66

The prompt chose itself this week.

…. the silence was deafening…..

As usual you have 100 words to add to the 4 above making a total of 104. Make your entries suitable for a PG certificate as I’m hoping to do a joint prompt with the children soon and it is good to practice!

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Here is my story:

The silence was deafening when my grade school math teacher called on me.    I was not a mathematical person and everyone in the room knew it except her.   My nose was six inches from the black board, the chalk in my hand inert, as I stared at the problem she had written.  Was it written in Chinese characters?  I was frozen with fear.  All of a sudden my forehead was bouncing off the blackboard.  She had pushed the back of my head to prompt some action from the chalk.  My eyes welled with tears.  I returned to my desk; she called her next victim.

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One of Our Own

     SSA Cindy Swales was watching the Goodyear Blimp slowly descend.  She was ready.  She had the arrest warrant, the suspect was approaching,  and when she arrived at the field, twenty agents were dispatched and NCIS.  The case was assigned to her that morning.  She was handed the warrant, ordered to make the arrest and worry about the details later. The suspect had been FBI for ten years, a soldier on the mission that took down Bin Laden.  She knew that meant he had special-ops training so the arrival of NCIS didn’t surprise her.  A question gnawed at her “Why the hell are we taking down one of our own?”

(Updated as per suggestions by Doug McIlroy.  Thank you Doug, it is better!)

The First Commute

I’ve had a lot of firsts this year.  I couldn’t tell if I was nervous with excitement or fear.  I hadn’t set an alarm clock since high school.  A solid breakfast and a lunchbox hadn’t been my morning routine either.   I used to jog to work, but that would be a ten-hour jog at six mph.  I slumped into the driver’s seat and reluctantly started my commute.  Preoccupied with new job jitters, I rounded the corner.  The panorama that revealed itself made me involuntarily gasp.  The contrasting beauty of nature, black and white, delicate pink, sky blue;  a commute that will never lose the awe-inspiring, God-like appeal.

Photo credit belongs to Douglas McIlroy

Ant Poly and Loony

This is my take on the Flash Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.  Here’s the link so you can see the photo:

http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/2012/05/23/photo-prompt-for-100-word-flash-fridayfictioneers-31/

“Hey! Antheraea Polyphemus is this a fly through?  hyuck hyuck”

“Luna your name should be loony, you know damn well we don’t have mouths.”

“You need to get over that Poly. I told you when you were a caterpillar to eat yourself out of house and home.  But noooooo, you just kept yammering on and on and bloody on!”

“Well, how was I supposed to know that when I emerged I wouldn’t have a blasted mouth!!!”

“Because Ant Poly, I told you more than once.”

“You know what Loony, caterpillars shouldn’t talk with their mouths full.”

“Enough excuses! Let’s fly.”

Bridge to Heaven

“Look Grandfather!  Two rainbows.”

“Beautiful!  Have I told you of the legend of the Rainbow, grandson?”

“Not yet.”

“Sit by me on this log and we’ll look at it while I tell you.  According to legend, when we die, there is a Bridge we must cross in order to enter Heaven.  At the head of this Bridge waits every animal that we have met during our lifetime. These animals will know us and know how we treated them and the earth while we lived.  They will decide which of us may cross the Bridge and which will be turned away.”

“I’m going to cross that bridge, Grandfather!”

The Hunt

The island we live on is rich in ancient legends.  We’re going to find out if they’re true.  We are a group of five kids who are desperate for adventure.

We arrived at the cave on the beach looking for treasure.  We all talked at once about what to spend the gold on.  Suddenly Robert shrieked,

“Guys, I found something!”

We rushed to his side and peered into the hole.  It was a box with the letters R.I.P. carved into the top.

“What does R.I.P. mean?” I asked.

Robert pulled up the box, opened it and said,

“Ah darn, it’s just old bones!?”

I, Ruby

Here’s my offering for the 100 Word Challenge prompt “Ruby”.

I hate my name.  Who, but my mom, would name their kid after a piece of jewelry?  I mean, when was the last time you met anyone name emerald, or sapphire or diamond.  Ruby is a stupid name.  I guess I’m lucky, Mom could have named me after vegetables like spinach, or broccoli or….brussel sprout!  When I have kids I’m going to name them after bugs.  “Good morning Earthworm, are you ready for a diaper change?” or “Mosquito don’t forget your lunchbox!”    That’ll teach her.  When Mom asks me why I called her grandkids after bugs I’ll say “Because I like bugs Gramma Ruby!”

Forbidden Doll Carriage

The prompt for this 100 Word Challenge is “…I’m exhausted. Close the door behind you…”

Here is my offering, taken from a dream I had as a five or six-year-old girl, who was sick of her big sister not sharing:
     “Mom!” I screeched, crashing through the back door.     “Angel, I’m exhausted. Shut the door behind you,” said my mother of seven.     “Mom, Helena wouldn’t let me push her doll carriage. We went to Clancy’s to buy candy with the nickels you gave us. I was mad so I wished a giant would come and take her away. All of a sudden the floor started shaking. Helena ran outside to see what it was. I told her not to go. Then I saw a huge giant hand reach down and grab her. All I could think to say was, ‘Wait, you forgot her doll carriage!’ I’m sorry mommy!”

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