Five Sentence Fiction

A Family Affair

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Five Sentence Fiction – Family

Lil’s leg bounced in a non-stop nervous twitch as she stared at the one-way mirror. Shivering, she pulled her sweater tight against the chill of the bare room and wondered who stood on the other side watching.

It’d always been a running joke; if anything happened to Rob, Lil would be the first person they’d scrutinize; especially after they pulled her reading list of true crime and murder from the library.

Rob used to joke she knew 350 ways to kill him and get away with it. If they got hold of her own works of fiction, she might as well kiss the rest of the family good-bye; Rob would have been half right.

A Grand Departure

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Five Sentence Fiction – Departure

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Melvin picked up the printout, “What are you doing,” he said, waving the paper in my face.

“Trying to plan so things will be easier for you and the kids.”

“You want a band to play shag music? He said, his scowl deepening into a look of disbelief, “Have you lost your mind?”

I grinned, “I may not have been very memorable in life, but when I leave this earth, I promise you, my departure will bring more smiles than tears and it will be memorable.”

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Lines of Hope

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Five Sentence Fiction – Changes

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Sybil didn’t know whether she believed in this stuff or not as she walked through the beaded and taking the seat across from the gypsy woman. She squirmed under the scrutiny of the woman’s stare; did she really want to know?

Bracelets jangled as the woman stretched her hand, palm up across the table, motioning Sybil to relinquish her own. The woman ran a jeweled finger across each line in her hand, studying each with an intensity that unnerved Sybil before speaking.

“The things you seek are not to be, but do not be disheartened, change is coming and with it a new beginning worthy of the wait you’ve endured,” she said offering Sybil her first smile and a ray of hope.

The Hunt for Treasured Memories

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 Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist.  This week’s word:
HUNT

Fred found Carol in the basement with her head buried in their old wedding trunk and her tail in the air shining, in all its glory, from underneath her cotton nightgown.

“What in tarn nations are you doing  down here at three in the morning?” He asked, enjoying a view he hadn’t seen in a long time, “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

“Looking for something and no, it can’t wait,” she said, sending more items over the side to the dusty floor.Photo Courtesy of Google images

Fred  moved  closer, his eyes widening as Carol squealed, “Found it.”

She held out the tantalizing red nightgown Fred hadn’t seen in 30 years and grinned, awakening in him a renewed vigor, memories, and hopeful promises.