For a few weeks now, I’ve been watching my blogging buddy June Freakin’ Cleaver knock off these hilarious and/or creepy 100-word stories for Saturday Centus. It looked too fun not to try so I thought I’d give it a go. Here are the rules:
Each linked essay must be 100 words or less, not including the “prompt” words. No pictures should be used. No profanity. The prompt words can be used in any place within your story but must be left intact. You cannot split the prompt.
This week’s prompt was: Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear. Here is what I came up with.
“You’ve gained too much weight,” the wardrobe girl cried.
My cheeks burned. I had hit the Krispy Kreme hard during hiatus.
“Try again,” I pleaded.
A ripping sound was my answer. Frantic, I grabbed my keys and raced out of the studio. Throwing the car into reverse, I punched the gas … hard.
At the same moment I heard the scream, I felt the thump. Glancing backwards, the warning etched on the glass–Objects in the rear view mirror are closer than they appear– filled me with dread as the severed hand seemed scarily close already.
I guess my trip to Moe’s House of Super-Fast-Liposuction wasn’t going to happen.
Alarmed at what my brain dreams up for me sometimes,