I submitted my entry, which started out around 200 words before being whittled down to a scant 100.
Check out the contest: http://confessionsofawanderingheart.blogspot.com/2014/04/you-asked-for-it.html
When you only have 100 words, every single word has a job. It really makes you consider what you want versus what you need.
The last few words to cut are the hardest.
Here's my entry:
The new leaf
unfurled as it steeped. She poured the tea into a bone china cup engirdled with
magnolia.
“The best brew is
with loose leaves. Maintains all the
flavor. Tea bags contain dust, the death
of a good cup.”
She scanned the
face of the gagged man.
“I could make this swift,”
she said, running a finger along the cup handle.
“But, suffering enhances the flavor.”
She sipped.
“Once I am done with you, I will grind you to dust, stuff
you into tea bags, and sell you to herbalists in Chinatown. Quality ingredients
are hard to come by.”