The #100wordstory is just that, exactly one hundred words long.
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Lunch with another cup of tea, I overhear the news. Updates on war, theft, accidents, and as the light chatter begins they say her name. Just like a karmic dope slap, I’m in, I can’t ignore the calling.
I leave the tepid cup and rush through the aisles. I snatch it from a pile, looking nonchalant when the picture speaks to me. I pay confident in my decision.
Alone in my Toyota, I hungrily open the bag, and Cecily comes to life. This moment, I honor the hours of toil, and genius to devour the mysteries concealed in the pages.