A (Precisely) 100 Word Story
There’s a boathouse by the sea that must be a century old. It’s teetered on the edge of oblivion for longer than a lifetime.
The sea is calm, but so is a crocodile waiting for the right moment to pounce. Will it erupt into a starved frenzy? Unlikely. The sheer existence of the boathouse proves that this crocodile is a docile beast.
I need a shelter for tonight. This will do.
The sea isn’t hungry for bricks and mortar.
The sea is a patient beast.
That night, with one wave, the sea satiated its hunger:
Its hunger for human flesh.