“Hello, this is your pilot speaking.” His voice crackled through the speakers — clearly an aesthetic choice. The inorganic rasp rendered his tone vulnerable, yet it lost none of its authority.
“I…” He exaggerated the note just to hear the bubbling of his voice surge against the cockpit’s door. “I’d like to apologize now for any turbulence that is to follow on our journey. It’s bound to happen, and I won’t avoid it. I can’t. Our window for flight is minimal; we can’t veer in any way.”
He paused. The crackle dissipated. “So buckle up, and prepare to enjoy the ride!”
As the lengthy title suggests, this is a space intended for drabbles — stories of exactly 100 words. No more, no less. A practice of precision, of rigorous editing and painstakingly careful language. It presumes close reading and demands closer writing.
In truth, this is something of an experiment. A self-ordained ordinance. An attempt to muster the courage to violate editors’ eyes. A means to develop, to expand my writing, even confined to this constricted locus. This is the staggered step of a newborn foal, uncertain of its hooves and the earth, looking to gain confidence in the stability of both.