100

Here, finally, as mentioned in a blog titled "Momentum" and posted on 12th January last year, is my 100 word story.  It's EXACTLY 100 words, which was tricky but eventually do-able:

The tube.  The lady opposite me is wearing blue tights and I can see many scabs attempting to leech their way through the nylon.   I ponder sympathetically on her discomfort, and then look away.  When I glance back she is giving me a measured gaze and it occurs to me that she may be telepathic. “Are you telepathic?” I think at her, “touch your nose if you are.”

She raises her arm, her hand moving towards her face.  I hold my breath.  Her fingers uncurl.  She scratches her cheek.  She’s not telepathic.  Unless that’s what she wants me to think…