Five Sentence Fiction

Christmas Glimmer

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

Christmas, with lights shimmering on every building, was Clara’s favorite time of year. Holiday spirits permeated the rough skin of society and everyone’s eyes sparkled.

“Don’t you love Christmas,” Clara said.

“Yes, even more if you will marry me,” Nate said, dropping to one knee.

Clara’s heart thumped against her chest as she stared at the little black box in Nate’s trembling hand; its glimmer greater than all lights combined.

 

Distracted

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Five Sentence Fiction – This week’s word: TRUST

A  smile played across Paula’s lips as she stirred the soup, her mind on another place. Fred’s muscular arms encircled her waist, “Smells good Honey,” he said, nibbling her ear. Heat coursed through her waking memories of a stolen afternoon, giving way to a stifled moan.

“I tried to call at lunch, where were you?”

She eased from his grip, “Sorry, guess I got distracted,” she said, avoiding his eyes.

 

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Envy

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Five Sentence Fiction – What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word:

ENVY

She clutched the gift tighter than she meant to, took a deep breath and entered the room.

 “Sarah I’m so glad you are here; come meet your God-daughter, Elizabeth.”

 She swallowed the lump in her throat, leaned over hugged her best friend and grasp the tiny hand, the words from her doctor drowning out her friends proud words of motherhood.

“I’m sorry Sarah you will never have children,” he’d said. Tears clouded her vision as she lifted the precious bundle, pressing her face into the seductive baby smell.

She glanced at her smiling, proud friend, mother of three, swallowed the rising bile, and choked out the words, “She’s beautiful, thank you for thinking of me.”

The Seduction Of Art

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I tugged nervously on the hem of the expensive new dress, the lady at the boutique had said, “Fit me like a glove and accentuated my best features,” and entered the room filled to overflowing with rich and glamorous art enthusiasts.

The product of a small no-nothing town, I was new to the big city with its whirlwind of activity, lights, and glitz; but I shoved my own insecurities aside when the company handed me the invitation; this was my new beginning.

Conscious of a few heads turning as I strolled through the gallery, I clutched the small evening bag tighter in an effort to still the niggling edge of doubt and began to wonder if the sexy, new dress with its draping backline had been a mistake.

I did not hear him approach as I stood staring at the painting with is vibrant mishmash of colors, swirls, zigzags and bleeding crimson black, just the whisper of his words carried on the soft scent of his cologne, “The most beautiful work of art in the place,” he said.

I turned to see who, in their right mind, would call this painting beautiful, but the intensity of his gaze robbed me of my voice as he lifted my hand from the clutched bag bringing it to his lips,  “I was speaking of you,” he said.

FIVE SENTENCE FICTION – SCARLET

The prompt word this week was chosen by J. D Wenzel.