The following is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.


And she won’t.

Stupid plane. Stupid ballet. Gigi, dead, because of them. Without a broken leg from dance… She would’ve been the survivor, not Rose Ridgeway.

Teary-eyed, I mosey through Roman High. Apologies engulf me. Those we love never truly leave. 

Rose expresses “regret.” Deep down I’m shredding her into pieces.

Only I vocalize the thoughts. I feel the sympathetic eyes.

She should be on house arrest, suggest councilors. Keep a journal. 

My deferential parents complied.

So, Day One, perfect twin. Soon I will awake and see you. But first I need to wake up, live my life. Love Bibi.




Bea L. Hertz

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