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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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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.

My Undoing

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups # 151

The prompt for this week: …as I rose in the dark…

My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar room. The cool touch of silk sheets lay across my naked body. I turned to look at my companion. His hair tousled in sleep with lashes long and dark as his hair, lay facing me.

 My heart skipped. Memories of his touch awakened the desire to touch his lips and trace the smile that had been my undoing.

 As I rose in the dark to dress, I noticed the white line on his ring finger, picked up my purse, and let myself out.