Five Sentence Fiction

Hello Friend

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English: Canoe Beach sunset (Canoe, BC, Canada)
English: Canoe Beach sunset (Canoe, BC, Canada) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

FIVE SENTENCE FICTION – ORANGE

HELLO FRIEND

I sit curled up in my blanket on the beach chair, a cup of hot coffee warming my hands, the ocean’s music soothes my soul.

 The last time we were here, we chased umbrellas across the wind blown sand, and laughed until our sides ached.

 We spoke of our children, husbands, memories of old, and dreamed of things yet to live.

Amid the laughter,  we promised to grow old together, and make yearly trips to watch the sun rise and set, but God had other plans.

 I wait, listening as I do every year, to the ocean’s gentle waves, and watch as the sun begins to set, then a beautiful orange glow brightens the sky, just like clock work – “Hello friend.”

Hall Of Expressions

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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. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

Five Sentence Fiction – Silence

HALL OF EXPRESSIONS

She held tight to the small clutch in her hand taking time at each one, as she strolled through the rooms, her heels echoing on the floor of the museum. She came here at odd hours to avoid the crowd, seeking refuge from all the noise.

Unmatched by any words, the beauty of the paintings brought solace; Words having lost their meaning long ago. No such talent to express her pain she came here in the quiet, hall of life’s expressions to borrow others. She stopped and stared at the painting on the wall, squeezing the clutch in her hand, she fought back the tears, but her broken heart pushed them forth as she saw the painful truth of their deadly silence.

Wrong Turn

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 Five Sentence Fiction -Foggy

WRONG TURN

It’s true what they say about other senses taking over,she’d never seen such blackness, or been so blind.The disgusting cologne he wore permeated the entire car making her gag on the duct tape he’d pulled across her face stifling her screams, and in an instant he’d thrown her to the ground, hog-tying her faster than cattle at a rodeo.

On high alert, she tried to memorize everything, the sounds, turns they made, the nubby carpet fibers,and pr ayed her searching fingertips would touch anything that might give her a chance. She could tell when he’d turned off the main road by the way she rolled and bounced inside the trunk, the smell of pine, crunch of gravel, and the dead quiet of the night.

A sickening wave of terror rushed through her as the car slowed, the tape tightened as she struggled and clawed at the darkness, her fingers finally brushing against the edge of something, his shovel, damp from the night soil, and she called out to God, “Please, help me.”

Morning Mist

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MORNING MIST

The mud fell from his boot as he hoisted himself into the saddle, the rope in his hand hitting the side of his leg. This was his favorite time of day, early. He loved the quiet stillness of morning as he rode through the pasture. He’d noticed a break in the fence earlier, and needed to make sure everything was okay.

The morning mist glinted like diamonds on the grass as the sun, barely over the horizon, kissed the grass and the time of gentle awakening of all God’s creatures began, with a kick of his spur.