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Magic Bullet Smoothie

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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: FRESH

IMG_3367Kara thrust the cup out to her husband, “Come on honey, it’s a smoothie with all your favorite fresh fruits; just one taste.

He  stepped back, waving the cup away. “Fruit my ass; I saw that pile of green stuff in the bottom and that slime ain’t crossing these lips,” he said, clamping his mouth closed like a two-year-old refusing medicine.

“I promise it tastes better than it looks and Doc Griffin’s gonna be thrilled when your cholesterol falls outta the heart attack range.”

  “I might need a magic bullet,” he’s said through clenched lips, “but that ain’t it; I’ll take my chances.”

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.

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.

Shiver

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Five Sentence Fiction

Shiver

The caress started with his eyes, holding her breathless, and in place against the wall. His arms, braced on either side of her head guarded her escape as the heat moved down.

She gazed deep into his smoldering eyes, weakening as he smiled his crooked smile. Tan and muscled arms tensed as he leaned into her. The scent of desire strong, her breath quickened, and she felt it from head to toe.