100 Word Story – The Very Last Call

      While washing the glasses, Thomas noticed the glass with the bump for the three thousandth time. The same bump he noticed his first night bar backing here at Bonnie’s.
      Two seats from the end of the bar Roy lifted his head from its usual place, and Thomas began to pour Roy one last shot.
      "Tommy? I seem to have-"
      "-misplaced a bill or two tonight…", Thomas finished, "Don’t worry about it, Roy. It’s on the house."
      "No, I’ll get ya back. I know Bonnie don’ like given way drinks."
      "Roy, come tomorrow what Bonnie don’ like won’t mean shit to me."

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo

100 Word Story – Sense Datum

      Michael lay next to his new lover, reminded again that everyone's body… smelled.
      Not that he thought of himself as odorless, but the odor of his body was familiar and easily ignored. Her aroma was strange, not unpleasant, but different.
      Eventually he'd accommodate, and her smell would become a familiar thing. But in a few months (weeks? days?) she'd go on her way and he'd find a new lover with a different smell. And then Michael would have to adjust all over again.
      She looked up at him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
      "Hmmm…? Me? …nothing."

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo

100 Word Story – "I'd Forgotten"

       Anthony searched for parking and reflected on how melancholy he had become in recent years. The optimist he’d once been would have been greatly disappointed.
       Does attitude filter perception and then become reality? Then perhaps he could improve his situation by reversing his attitude…
       He was so absorbed with this task, taking on a positive outlook, that he forgot to kill the engine before exiting his car, but he did remember to lock the door.
       The newly forming positive attitude didn’t stand a chance against cold, hard reality.
       “No, you’re right”, he said to the universe, “life really is shit.”

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo

100 Word Story – "The Center of Her Own…"

       On the outside they may be masters of business or politics. But here, they are only courtiers vying for her favors.
       She doesn’t care about talent, persistence or personalities. Her only interest; those who were interested in her, self-absorbed to the point where other people were either accessories, or irrelevant.
       The source of her power? Control of the clipboard and the microphone.
       “Excuse me?” one of the plebeians asks, “I signed the list thirty minutes ago and I’m sure the last three singers signed up after me.”
       “You don’t understand”, she condescends to explain, “we have a system here…”

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo

Dedicated to the woman who runs Karaoke at The Ould Sod.

100 Word Story – "The Optimal Foot for this Mouth"

      “You’re breaking up with me?”
      “It’s Game Theory, Laura. If we stay together while you’re gone that’s one point. But, if one of us finds somebody else then there is betrayal and pain. No points.
      “But, if we break up now and one of us hooks up, we can still be friends. Half point. And maybe get back together when you return. One point.
      “The average value of staying together is point five, while the average value of splitting up is point seven five.
      “See? This is the better strategy.”
      “But I’m only going away for a month, you idiot.”

©opyleft 2003 Tone Milazzo