Thief of Hearts

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Five Sentence Fiction – Thief

She ran the brush through her hair and reached for her favorite lipstick applying it with care. At a young age, she discovered she could get anything she wanted by puckering her perfectly heart-shaped lips into a pout. Later, the tilt and flutter of her eyes made guys stutter and stumble. Men longed to hear the beauty of her delicate laughter and stroke her long silken hair. But, it was the subtle scent of Chanel and the sway of her hips, which revealed the true depth of her power – stealing hearts.

Tsunami of Silence – Aftershocks

Five Sentence Fiction – Waves

“It’s always the squeaky wheel that gets noticed.”

“Jesus, be quiet. Someone might overhear us.”

“So? I have the right to voice an opinion, just like the next person.”

“Not anymore; I don’t like it either, but I ain’t gonna make waves.”

“Yeah, I can see that; I just hope you can swim.”

Look Out World

She danced with a daring I longed to possess.

She danced as if she owned the stage and everyone in attendance were there to see her.

She danced with freedom, born of innocence and unbridled joy.

She danced with abandonment as if no one watched; yet we were all spellbound.

She danced with grace and spunk; her message loud and clear – look out world here I come.

Written in response to Lillie McFerrin Writes Five Sentence Fiction – This week’s word: Spunk    

A Family’s Highjacked Conversation

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Photo courtesy of google and time.com

“Look at that family, the parents look as if they’d rather be anywhere than sitting across from each other and the kids have their faces stuck in a phone or tablet.”

Millie’s shoulders sagged as she realized one of her husband’s favorite soapbox topics had highjacked the evening.

“I’m mean, dinner used to be for family conversations; what the hell, people don’t talk anymore?”

Millie glanced at the family across from them, “Seems to me, the kids have taken all the table conversation they can stand,” she said, catching bits of the couple’s angry exchange.

“Our society is going to hell,” she heard him say, before tuning him out and reaching for her iPhone, “Can’t say I blame them.”

 

Written in Response to:  http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-diversions/   This week’s word: DIVERSIONS 

Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. A five sentence story based on the prompt word.

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