A Good Year

 blimpPhoto Prompt for 100 word Flash Friday Fictioneers-33

A GOOD YEAR

      Karen elbowed her sleeping husband, “Oh my God! Brian look! Wake up,” she said, shaking his arm.

     He yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Sorry babe, I’m exhausted from the wedding.”

     She pulled him toward the window. “It’s the blimp!”

     Sure enough, high above the clouds, as though their own personal escort, floated the Goodyear blimp.

     Brian’s heart swelled to near bursting, with love for his young bride as the window of the plane reflected back the child-like delight in her eyes.

      Karen squeezed his hand, smiling, “It’s going be a good year.”

The Final Climb

Photo Credits: Douglas Mcllroy

THE FINAL CLIMB
            The view took her breath away as they flew over the majestic mounds of earth.
Shadows fell and snow glistened as the sun began to peek up over the horizon.
She’d often wondered what pulled him here, every year, attempting the impossible. Was it the physical or personal challenge? Or, was it simply the conquest?
The helicopter circled, began its descent, and with care, the pilot touched down. She stepped out, walked to the edge, surveyed the beauty, and lifted the lid from the urn. He’d finally made it top of the summit.

Hello Friend

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

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.