A woman standing old clothes torn, matted hair and filthy hands; could easily be mistaken as one who has lost the battle with life. It is true that time had worn her resistance to the prying eyes but like a callus she snaps back hardened. A shield to her heart.
Click clack heals, whirring coffee machines and the screech of bus brakes consume the world around her, yet she stands feeling the true warmth of the sun on her face. That’s God’s smile.
A tweet from a text message distracts. Harsh looks are exchanged. They missed the moment of peace.
I saw a competition that had amateur writers, such as myself, tell a story with in 100 words. The characters and scene needed to be believable but was not limited to reality and I thought that 100 words was clearly not enough for the stories running around in my head. So I’m using this as an exercise to create stories, capture moments that can give a glimpse into a character that you feel you know the story.
So here goes… The 100 word challenge!
Vetti's Lunchbox 