Saturday, November 15, 2014

Snippets from 100for100: Week Nine

     The bell rang for dismissal at the end of the day, and moments later I was trotting down the front steps of the school – trotting away from the great altar. 

     She looked disappointed by my short answers but I didn’t care.  My world was crazy enough as it was and it felt oddly satisfying to have control over the length of my replies. 

     Then the dark-haired boy plunked down in his newly acquired seat, propping his elbow over the back of it so he could grin at me.

     In the end, he smiled again.  “I own the bus,” he said.
     Bluff, I thought.

     Mason didn’t think my life was hard.

     Whatever my face expressed, it delighted Charlie even more.  He winked at me and headed back to his own seat.

     In my room, I plopped onto the floor by my bed and dug Mason’s picture out of the backpack.  With my finger, I traced the little paradise he had made under the great, hulking rock.  If only it were as beautiful as he imagined...


  1. Those were enough to draw me in and make me want more!

  2. Thank you, Jack! I am working steady on this one and hope to be able to publish it for the public to read.
    Keep up the good work on your own writing, by the way. :)