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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

one hundred word story #13

He loved her, she loved him, and there was no conflict in the world. The weather was always warm, not hot, and when it did rain, the water hit only the thirstiest plants. They worked hard. Their children were healthy and strong. But they didn’t know that Earth had begun to spin off its axis, and every day, their lives were altered in small, significant ways. It started with a drop of rain on his head and ended with their youngest sprouting wings and jumping off the roof. At least they were happy to see that the plants were unharmed.

2 comments:

Ryan Alpers said...

mysterious conflict in a world so warm

miss J. said...

this is an example of a piece that wriggled it way out before I knew what it was. maybe it's the birth of an apocalypse of sorts?