Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Forty-Five, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was My hat’s off to you!
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Mick
The café was almost full, so he took a seat at a table already occupied by a pretty young woman. She glanced up from her book to acknowledge his presence with a smile that warmed him from his walk through the Viennese wind.
It was as fine a coffee as he had ever tasted, but the cake far exceeded his expectations. He offered her some, keen to share his discovery. On leaving, he raised his hat to the café owner in thanks.
Every subsequent year they returned, as husband and wife, to share a Kardinalschnitte in the Café Alt Wien.
AM Earley
“Silent Night.” “Behtoven’s Fifth.” “Walking the Floor.” “Freebird!” “Master of Puppets!”
The young soldier took every request given. His guitar was one of the few luxuries he brought with him during his third tour. He may only be a music geek, but here he was as famous as Elvis, maybe.
“Ok, it is time for bed for all. I don’t care how old you are.” The older veterans would tip their imaginary hats and follow the head nurse’s order. The younger veteran’s took turns wheeling the musician back to his room, for another restless night. Sweet music would return tomorrow.
Tom
The star of the Congress of Rough Riders was the first American cowgirl. She could rope she could ride some say she was a better shot that Anne Mose herself. Lucille Mulhall at 14 had caught the eye of the future president of American. “Bully” he shouted in the rising Oklahoma dust on the first forth of July of a newly minted century. “My hats off to that little lady I say I must meet her.” The cowgirl and the candidate ending their first meeting on a red bluff under a crescent moon hunting the last gray wolf in Oklahoma
Zackman
Bob never took his hat off. Not in the field, not inside the house, not at the table no matter what
he’s mother told him, not when he went to bed, not when he got a haircut, nor in church, and
not even in the shower. One day Bob’s Girl friend Said ” If you don’t take that hat off now, I’m
leaving you”. Bob cried for three days but he did not take off his hat. Our hats off to you Bob for
never bowing to social pressure nor common sense and never removing you hat
Michael
“All you do is criticize me,” John said, addressing his wife’s reflection in the mirror.
“My shirt’s the wrong color to you.”
“My shoes are the wrong style to you.”
“Hell, even my hat’s off to you!”
“How do you suppose I got dressed before you came into my life?”
She stared at his back as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
If he’s going to be that much of a jerk, she thought, he can just walk around all night with his pants unzipped.
TJ
You hear a wuffle in the hallway, a rustling among the coats.
When there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, you should be alarmed.
It’s not just a spring clean for the May Queen … oh no.
You’ve wakened the wrath of an old chapeau.
There was some magic in that old top hat they found.
Voodoo. The bunny you took home with you
When it hopped to you at my magic show
My mystical exhibition, phantasmagorica
How trepidation transforms your euphoria
It stopped seeking my bunny, it’s shifted its view
With dark magic teeth, see … my hat’s off’ter you.
Danny
You both are the two true heroes in my life. Always there in my time of need, always supportive of whatever path I chose, you were both there in my times of triumph and utter despair. Every time I woke up in the hospital, you were right by my bedside, amazed and overjoyed your only son was still alive. You stood proudly next to me as I was sworn in as an attorney, and helped me as my practice struggled through a depressed economy. To my parents, Norma and Luther, I love you both. My hat’s off to you.
Vince
You took me on a roller-coaster ride and left me stranded. I saw you waving at me from down below. You were laughing at me like the over-sized clown that stands in front of the Fun House. You had me in a cold sweat not knowing when the coaster was going to drop. Inch by inch I felt the car move but the drop never came. All my senses vanished except for hearing every squeak and every crack as the coaster spoke of my pending free-fall. Well hats off to you 2010 but is this all you got. Let’s ride!
Norval Joe
The two boys were best friends since sixth grade when Bert first helped Wendell complete a science project.
There was a tinge of rivalry to their friendship and Wendel always seemed to get credit for Bert’s work.
Wendall got the better grades in high school physics and a bigger scholarship at Stanford than Bert got at Cal. The final straw, Wendall got a government defense contract for an idea they had developed together.
Bert smiled, knowing the fatal errors built into the formulae.
“My hat’s off to you, Wendell,” Bert toasted his friend. “I wish you the success you deserve.”
PLANET Z
It took a day to scrounge up the parts from dumpsters in the garment district.
It took another day to repair the worst of the damage and assemble the ones that fit together best.
On the third day, I dressed the figure in a suit that no longer fit me.
And on the fourth, I placed him outside the front door, with a fine top hat in his hand.
He stands there, smiling.
Why an abortion clinic would want a mannequin in a suit greeting people, I don’t know.
But somehow, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
