Sheila’s Stories

The Final Climb

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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

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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.

Hungry Fairies

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10 moths

Photo credit: Roxann Phillips

I had a little fun with this week’s prompt, and  the road less traveled.

              LUNA MOTH:

Although rarely seen due to their very brief (1 week) adult lives, Luna Moths are considered common.  As with all Saturniidae, the adults do not eat or have mouths.[4] They emerge as adults solely to mate, and as such, only live approximately one week. Flash Friday Fictioneers

HUNGRY FAIRIES

“Damn! Closed! You said they were open twenty-four hours. I’ve tasted a strawberry-banana smoothie the whole flight! Now, what?”
“Sorry. Maybe, we’re early. It isn’t like we can walk in the place an order, stupid.”
“Wait. A light flickered on in the back, I think. We might be in luck. What do you want?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“You see that hunk of burning love putting on his apron? My mind isn’t on food, and with only a week to live? Well, that’s where this Luna plans to land. Strawberry-banana?”
“You’re such a fairy!”