The Walls Shuttered
“Get away from that window Tres. The wind I fear will soon shatter the glass.”
“Duo is right Tres, not so close. That ghastly wind is the reason we are holed up in your brick hut in the first place,” Unus said.
“This region was not known for it’s gusting wind or I wouldn’t have built my house of sticks,” Duo said.
“I was under the impression this was more of a tropical desert climate. My house of straw should have been more than adequate.”
“The brick mortar appears to be under the assault of some substantial seismic distress Tres.”
Hugh the Pie Man
Lucy waits in the dark of her entryway everyday, always at the same time.
The old dusty grandfather clock starts its bonging, sending out the nights collected particles in little poofs of classic horror show fashion.
The onset of dawn slowly illuminates Lucy’s matted, oily, and once blonde hair. Seething up and down she sits crossed legged in her stained sunflower dress, waiting for the door bell.
Crusted fingers adorned with hardened yellow nails clutch the second bright shining thing in Lucy’s life, the pie server.
Hugh the pie man should be here any moment.
She loves him.
Danny Machal August 10th, 2009
Tags: 100 word story