There is freedom in the box! When we work within confines, we truly unleash our creativity. It sounds impossible, but I ensure you, it is true. I challenge myself  to write exactly one hundred words in prose or in poetry. If you try this challenge, you will quickly find that every word counts, so it’s a great exercise for writers to use only the words necessary -- nothing more. If you accept the challenge, be sure to Title your post "One Hundred Words". And may you find the experience liberating; may you surprise yourself! Here is my 100 words today!

He was always predictable. Then one day, he was not.  I searched the house calling his name-- curiously, angrily, sympathetically. Then, hysterically. His car was in the driveway so, it being a clear case of foul play, I called 911. My emergency? My husband was missing. I turned my husband's absence into a crime investigation with tragic proportions. I began to shake. I played the role I had conjured up in response to his absence. His unpredictability. It was a crime. When the police arrived and found him sitting in his car, I didn’t laugh. He had no business changing.

Just when we think we know people, they up and change. In response to some self-loathing, I suspect, they suddenly hand over cash, or sleep in, or stop caring about everything. Do you nod knowingly, applying your carefully crafted psychobabble to explain the hideous transformation of this once normal person into someone, something, new and unknown? Do you reach stealthily into his soul, his psyche, with your long, prying fingers, exploring and shredding his dignity with your indignant curiosity? You have a right. You have a right to know what happened in that fool head to make him become new.