By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
The
hardest part of accepting you’re not a superhero anymore is the realization
that truth, justice, and the American way aren’t black and white. They all exist
in shades of gray. And, one day – perhaps more than one – you have to make the
decision to do a little wrong in order to do a greater right. The difficulty isn’t
in worrying about being caught by someone else: it’s living with yourself; with
the death of your idealism. After believing in something with everything you
are – then violating it – you feel your heart break… and know you’ll be damned
for it.
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09 March 2022
You'll Be Damned
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26 June 2021
What I Miss
By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
Last night, I
dreamt about you. Nothing momentous, or erotic; just an ordinary scene that
faded quickly when I woke to the sadness of your absence, and the knowledge
that I can’t even send you a “Good morning, Beautiful” text to enjoy the smile
that – once upon a time – would have spread across your face when you realized
I’m thinking about you. And, often, you’d send back a “blushing emoji,” because
you don’t believe you’re beautiful. But, I’d say it every day – because it’s
true – and I had hoped to make you understand it.
That’s what I miss the most.
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