I just cleared another foot of snow off our driveway, and I'm daydreaming about tropical beaches and crystal-blue grottos. Grottos have fish. Fish have fins. And there's your hundred words for the week!
Write a 100 word short-short-story using the word fin, and post it in the comments. Lots of definitions (including, if you misspell it, the name of
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A bum shuffles by, guilting a fiver out of me. He shakes my hand.
The container is smaller than a shoebox, but it contains everything and nothing of you. I stand on the pier and scatter the contents to the wind. An orange dog downwind lifts his head and sniffs. I wonder if he smells your soul.
Go back to the beginning, my love, and find your way to the end.
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I got five of six!
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I can’t see them, but I can feel them by the ripples of their hidden movement - like patient sharks coursing beneath me just out of sight, gazing upwards at the helpless and tasty morsel. I’m still treading water, and I keep expecting their fins to rise up around me. They haven’t shown yet, but it’s only a matter of time. This unshakable dread is part of the problem. I don’t know when they’ll show themselves. The constant fear is certainly worse than what’s still to come.
Of course, I say that now. I may feel differently.
Affordable mortgage, my ass.
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The boy rolled his eyes and poked the fire, resigned. Once his master got started on one of these there was no stopping him.
"The battle was epic! After days we realized that this could drag on forever, so we called it a draw. He took some hair and I took his dorsal. Everyone was happy."
The boy waited for it.
"Yup, a real fin-fin situation."
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