Micro-Fiction Contest!

[paigetheoracle]

I have entered several 100 words or less competitions* and thought it might be something that could be tried here as it requires less effort than needed for short stories

 

(*Lost them all)

 

So to kick off, here are a few I wrote earlier, to put you off your breakfast:-

 

BACK SEAT DRIVER

 

'Turn left at the next junction.

Left, left, left,' intoned the satellite navigator.

 

The man does as he is told.

 

'At the next junction, turn right onto Salisbury Drive.'

 Right, right, right.'

 

He turns left.

 

'Recalculating, recalculating.'

 

'Sorry.  What do I mean 'sorry' - it's a bloody computer!'

 

'Turn right on Wilson Avenue.

 

'I heard you the first time!'

 

'At the roundabout, take the third turn.'

 

'You what!  That will take us back the way we came!'

 

'Recalculating, recalculating'

 

'Sod off, we're going left!'

 

'Recalc-'

 

'Get back in your bloody box!'

 

He stuffs it away, angrily.

     

'Better.' :lol:

[paigetheoracle]

BREAKFAST TIFF

 

 

"Call that bread - its more like expanded polystyrene! How do they expect me to eat that rubbish? Butter? It's just yellow sludge. Talk about a greasy spoon! I'd drink the coffee, only I bet it'll taste like the muddy water it resembles. Is that supposed to be marmalade? It looks like engine oil.

 

This table cloth isn't just dirty with age and use - it's covered in thick dust as well. How can the authorities allow this? Why don't they shut this dirt trap down?"

 

The empty museum of modern life, reflected back its neglect. Poor dummy!

[paigetheoracle]

THE STATEMENT

 

All night he hadn't been able to sleep. He knew in the morning that he would be facing the nation's press. He was at the centre of a scandal and was a worried man.

 

The presidential candidate approached the podium, with trepidation.

 

He coughed, shuffled some papers, then spoke.

"I have nothing to say but that I have nothing to say and I can see no point in telling you, that there is no point in telling you this.

Thank you."

 

And with that he turned and walked off, to the consternation of the assembled crowd.

[Eclogite]

The protocols were clear: though the planet was free of any life, a condition ensured by the recent bombardment of planetesimals, no material from the scout craft was to be left behind.

 

But Zygrd so wanted to take that last cubic of interesting impact breccia. A small 'bending' of the regulations would surely be acceptable - and more to the point, who would know?

 

Three and a half billion years later a descendant of the dumped waste wrote, "But if (and Oh! what a big if!) we could conceive in some warm little pond, ....." and was thereby quite wrong.