Category Archives: 1. 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups #100WCGU
#100WCGU – Wk100 – Prompt: 1st letter of each line to be “C” – 100 words – “Colin” including 100 “C”s
The air was expectant as students waited their call. It was time for the annual school play. Rehearsals had gone well. Backdrops had been painted, performance bugs smoothed out (mostly), positions learned, lighting and sound made ready.
An audience of parents and friends had gathered. The cue came. The play began.
Narrators introduced Dorothy and Toto. Somewhere over the rainbow the Munchkins awaited their guest.
The smiles on the audience faces told a story of pride and their enjoyment of an evening brightened by their children. Was the performance perfect? That would spoil the fun.
The air had been expectant and was now fulfilled.
I’ve heard people say you could fry an egg in the heat when the temperature had reached only the low 30sC. Memories of my first school came to mind.
It was summer when I first arrived. A drought had been raging for two years. The grass still remaining was brown, dead. Waterholes were dry. Animals sought any midday shelter. The daily temperature in the shade reached 47C.
I tested the old saying. I’d left a frying pan in the sun, cracking an egg. The egg sizzled before starting to burn. No metaphor, it was hot enough to burn an egg.
Nothing… a burst of matter… expansion… form… planets… growth… billions of years of marvellous creation. We sit seemingly alone in the vastness of space. I marvel at what we are yet to discover in the universe.
Alarm, the clock beckons me to rise. The first touch of warming sunlight caresses my face, my thoughts soon lost to reality.
A new day begins. The sound of giggling children echoes through the house. The world awakes to their joy.
Laughter… rush… excitement… the children ready for a picnic on a summer’s day. Play… fun… cuddles… hugs. Heat, the warmth of family love.
They stood contemplating their plan. Five kept their eyes fixed forward, scanning those passing, looking for weakness. To the right, Ninja was ready for action, his eyes hidden behind his mask.
“These humans are clueless,” whispered Ninja.
Another softly chuckled, “Taking over Earth is gunna be easy.”
One whispered, “These ape creatures are so dumb. The Kelad are amongst them.”
So intent they were on their own superiority none had noticed a grey stood nearby, “MI5, Agent 004.5 here. Go!”
Before the Kelad could react, garbage trucks appeared, tipping the contents into the crusher.
“MI5, invasion threat over. Well done.”
Beth was born at a time when girls were expected to marry and become mothers. From a young age, she rejected her dolls and favoured a construction set.
At first, her father frowned at her love of “boy’s” things until he saw the joy on her face. He guided her curiosity and, in time, accepted her as an apprentice carpenter. When Beth became licensed, he gave her a gift of specially made nails.
“Pink nails?” she cried.
Beth now heads the company. As each new home begins, she takes one of her treasures and hammers the first nail. Perhaps there’s one in your home.
Eyes followed the unknown visitor accompanied by one well known. The visitors stood before those gathered. The angle was very acute as they tilted their heads to study the unknown. Was he a giant?
The school’s Principal spoke, “Mr. Mannell will be your teacher until Mrs. Maxwell returns later this year.”
This was my introduction to the class of five year old children seated on the floor before me. In coming weeks, parents visiting the school were often amused to see a 185cm tall man skipping and dancing around the playground with ones so young.
I had achieved the start of a career I loved.
The time came to be observed, to review the happenings of the days. I was promised a fair and impartial assessment. Hopes were high as was the apprehension of the unknown.
We’ve heard said our lives pass before our eyes at times of threat. This was the experience. All was open to review and assessment. So much was covered yet the process was complete in what seemed an instant. I’d hoped for a Grade 1, 2 or possibly 3. An inadequate Grade 4 was unthinkable.
The time arrived. When the judgement came it was a 2. I’d made a difference.
I was summoned into heaven.
There are pixies.
When whiling away the afternoon in my garden I sensed movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning quickly, I saw one on a yellow daisy.
Discovered, she froze. I assured her I meant no harm.
She introduced herself, “My name is Primrose. I’m a Yixie, a yellow pixie. We care for all things yellow.”
“The other colours?”
“Bixies for blue and Rixies for red,” she explained.
“…but there are many colours.”
Primrose smiled, “We work together. We mix our colours. More or less, we make them all.”
“Yellow is my favourite.”
Primrose smiled, “Mine too.”