Ludwig gets his drivers licence

"It's pronounced Lud-vig," he said to the man behind the counter.

"That's what I said," the man behind the counter responded dismissively as he read through the rest of the form. "Sign here," the man behind the counter said, pointing to a blank space in the form.

He scowled as he scrawled his mark. It might not matter to – he paused to read the man behind the counter's nametag – Jerry, but it certainly mattered to him. He pushed the form back to the man as angrily as possible.

"Just hop in the chair and smile for the camera," Jerry instructed, indicating a chair to his left.

He sat grumpily, and tried to school his face into a smile.

"No one's going to believe that," the man behind the counter commented, indicating that they would try again.

Ludwig frowned at the man before adjusting his expression.

"You look like you're about to murder someone."

Yes, you, Ludwig thought.

The man at the counter stared at the computer screen, concerned.

"You want to try that one last time?"

"Just take the damn picture!" Ludwig snapped, wondering what had happened to the days when the other person didn't care what you looked like in the picture. He placed a neutral expression on his face, heard the click then stood.

"The card will take a couple of minutes," Jerry said.

Ludwig ignored him and sat down to wait while Jerry served someone else.

Two minutes later the card was done. Ludwig retrieved it and examined the picture. He laughed when he saw how awful it was. He looked like a serial killer.

"Thanks," he smiled genuinely at Jerry before he left.

And that's how Ludwig's best drivers licence photo was taken.

Madhu sleeps in a park

She stretched, yawned then rolled over and vainly tried to ignore the tingling in her nose as something foreign caressed it. She sneezed and brought a hand up to move the strange object away. It moved temporarily, but was back straight away, and continued to aggravate her nose. She sneezed a second time.

"Mrugh," she said, finally, hating that she had to get up now or risk a continual sneeze.

"Good morning," a voice greeted her.

She looked up and stared deeply into the eyes of a stranger. A stranger whose hair had been tickling her nose.

"Get up," he said.

And she did what she was told, shivering slightly as a sharp wind whipped by. She wasn't wearing much despite the fact that summer had long gone and she was lying outside in a park.

"I think," he said, taking in her state of dress. "It would be best if we took this down to the station."

She only nodded. She'd been there before. They were nice enough, despite the fact that they liked to send her fines. And sometimes she'd been locked into a cell, but she'd always gotten out. It wasn't that she didn't have a home. It was just that she didn't like to be in it.

Introduction

Having come from my NaNoWriMo high, I've decided to write 100 words a day for no particular reason on no particular topic. The only restriction I've placed upon myself is that it must be at least 100 words long, and fictional. So this won't be your average blog.

Actually, I think I'll do one on a random person/entity a day. The name will be randomly determined by process of pointing in a name your baby book, or doing the equivalent online.