A Grand Departure

April 28, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 10 Comments

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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

April 21, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 4 Comments

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

April 11, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / Leave a comment

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.

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.

Safe Surrender

January 24, 2015October 21, 2016 / Sheila McIntrye Good, Author / 7 Comments

Five Sentence Fiction: This week’s word: ABANDON

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.

Barbara stood shivering from the cold night air and stared at the small light glowing in the fire station’s window. She hesitated, what if they didn’t hear her ring?

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she moved toward the door, hugging the blanket tight against her chest. With trembling hands, she pinned the note to the front of the tiny bundle, snuggled the bag of meager necessities against him, rang the bell, then slipped into the darkness.

“Dear son, I love you and please know, I did not abandon you, but from a place of love chose to give you a better life.”

Forever your mom,

Barbara

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