The Long Walk

Chuck has declared we write a story in 100 words:

I walk down the long aisle. My shoes make a funny sound on the carpet. All eyes are focused on me. I walk slowly – everyone here knows I don’t want this walk to end. No one will hurry me or speak ill of my actions today. They don’t know how to act. Hell, I don’t know how to act. I can see it – dark, glossy walnut – reflecting the light. It’s almost blinding. I reach out and touch the smooth wood. The room grows silent as I sniffle before saying aloud what I’ve felt for a while: “I miss you daddy.”

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About Mark Gardner

Mark Gardner lives in northern Arizona with his wife, three children and a pair of spoiled dogs. Mark holds a degrees in Computer Systems and Applications and Applied Human Behavior. View all posts by Mark Gardner

2 responses to “The Long Walk

  • Paige Williams

    For the first 50 words I had the idea that the protagonist was a death-row inmate walking to the electric chair. My father died a couple of years ago; I thought you captured that feeling, the atmosphere, well.

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