Here’s another piece of 101 word fiction. As always, I hope you enjoy!
Monday June 15th. A day I will always remember.
The crisp ocean air as I woke. The sounds of the dock, the ships unloading, the merchants gossiping, the seagulls flying overhead. I’ll remember a day spent at sea, fishing and catching and laughing and joking. But mostly I’ll remember my wife. Her kiss, her smell, her touch.
And the noise that woke me. The woman at the door. Beguiling, magnetizing. Overpowering.
These were my final memories.
Of Monday June 15th, 1742.
The day I was bitten. The day I drank. The day I died. And the day I was born again.