Another lame attempt at the 100 Word Challenge

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She looks quizzically, "Ditch? Me??" she answered. Really, 'with you?' was in mind, because his look was an ode to a now passe, punk cool.

Shutting her locker, sweetly whispering 'no', he slowly deflated like a leaking balloon. "I need to go to class," pausing to spin her combination locker. "Mrs. Parker is giving a test and I need to try to make a grade, to show I have been trying."

Trying to conceal his ebbing enthusiasm, he replies with a snarl. "I get it." Stalking away, he mutters to himself. "Girls."

With a half pirouette, she smiles. "Boys," she says softly.

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AND WITH A SPECIAL VIDEO ACCOMPANIMENT

I wanted to write but not in the directly melancholy and pitful way I have been... at least not directly. A Stan Lee no-prize to anyone who recognizes the words!

You will have to click here to watch the video that visualizes the mood.

THE DIFFERENCE IN THE THINGS WE NEED AND WHAT WE RECIEVE

Awakened by the lapping of the endless waves against the hull of my light catamaran blistered by the sun of a cloudless sky, I look at my tattered sails contemplating the isle ahead. Is it near or is it far? Or perhaps another illusion? "We shall see," I say to no one in particular.

Still content that I am heard all the same. Adjusting the rudder with one hand as I paddling with the other, I set off towards what even if there, I am left quite far hope, outside busy sea lanes and shipping corridors… and therefore, truly lost.

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IS IT LOVE?

“You would if you loved me…,” she pleaded.

That is how I came to be behind her, her spread cheeks with an ointment cream that ‘specialized’ in such an application in hand. All without asking her why she asked me to medicate this ‘personal condition’, to prove what I felt for her, neatly avoiding saying how she felt for me.

“I thought you were comfortable with them, since you had no problem being ‘down there’ before,” she piled on.

Ignorance is really bliss, I thought. I had not known how worthless I was. Now, we both know.

FATHER AND SON*

Though he could feel the sting of tears as they began to well behind his liquid eyes, he could still see the angled, gawky boy who demanded that he be allowed to learn boxing. This wish going against what his Mother had wanted for ‘her son of the gentle soul’, but for whom life expected nothing less from.

For years, starting with nondescript amateur fights at Boy’s Clubs, to the professional fights in union halls, now, beneath the lights of casinos, he had been there for his son, instructing in triumph.

And now in defeat, He was his steadfast companion.

*because this is my first try at this and it is late so I can't win!!