The wall was vacant now. The painting that had hung for almost a decade had been removed. His living room seemed so strange now without it. He stared in silence. It wasn't the only thing his flatmate had removed when he left, but it was the most noticeable thing there.
The closer he examined the wall, however, the more he remembered what the apartment looked like in the beginning. It seemed so vacant and full of potential. The thought of the hundreds of people who'd lived there before him had given him reverie. It was time for reverie again.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.