Samantha woke to the rustle of dry leaves and gusts of wind. The springs creaked as she pulled herself from the old, worn bed. Her damp, silk slip clung to her as she moved toward the window. She leaned against the sill and felt the stroke of the cool breeze. She tilted her head back ran the wet cloth down the length of her neck and prayed for rain.
Lillie Mcferrin Writes – Five Sentence Fiction- Open
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Lillie McFerrin Writes: Five Sentence Fiction – Villainous
Adam stepped from behind the closed door, “Where the hell you been, woman?”
She squeezed her eyes shut against the spew of anger and drunken spittle, cowered against the counter, and waited for the inevitable.
“You mark my words, Norma Jean, a tiger don’t change his stripes,” her mother warned.
“He’s changed, mama. You don’t know him like I do.”
The back of his hand landed hard and she tried to think of happier times; he hadn’t always been this way.
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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#166. Prompt: … checking in proved to be…
A different take on this weeks prompt. Hope you enjoy.
A tap on the wall next to the curtain stirred me. “Mrs. Cole?” A moan escaped as I shut my eyes in protest to the bright light. “I’m sorry to disturb you,” she said, “Is this a bad time?”
A bad time? I moved my head back and forth, wincing with the effort.
She held a clipboard out to me. “I’m from the business office and need a few signatures for you insurance.”
Sucking on my oxygen mask, I reached for the pen making an illegible mark. Exhausted I closed my eyes… checking in proved to be the death of me.
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Rochelle Wishoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge.
Ellen cringed as the door squealed in protest. “Come inside,” she said waving to Bill.
“Are you crazy? This place is ancient.”
“Stop being negative. This place is perfect. Look at the windows, the light, and space. My God, it’s like an open canvas.” She spun around like a schoolgirl. “Can’t you see it?”
“What I see is a money pit,” he said lifting the cord on the strange switch box. “Who wired this place, Mickey Mouse?” He shook his head, “But, I see the appeal.”
She squealed, clapping her hands. “Yes?
“A suckers born every minute,” he said, smiling.
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