Dance With My Mist – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

I entered a short story competition that required me to write a 100 word short story in 24 hours. The story needed to meet three things, a theme (Comedy), a situation (Climbing a Mountain) and a word that needed to be used (Radar). It took me a while to find the right idea, and get it to work in a way I was happy with, but that’s not saying I didn’t enjoy the process,  and the stories that didn’t make the cut. So, for the sake of creativity, here is the rejected 100 word stories I wrote..

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Dance With My Mist

“When we danced, we dance with a vigour that I haven’t found in another since that day. Please allow me one last opportunity to do that before the end swallows my self.”
“You have such a childish attitude to things, that at times makes my skin crawl. But if you help, and stop hindering our journey up this mountain, I’ll dance with you again.” She says with an awkward smile.
“I-I-I, I’ve done nothing but assist. I couldn’t have known the radar equipment I purchased only spoke in mandarin, had I known that, I wouldn’t have left them positive feedback.”

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