FIVE SENTENCE FICTION - ORANGE (5/30/12)
What it's all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week, Lillie McFerrin 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. The word chosen this week is:
Sharing a two-family house, Jennie, the youngest of three kids, lived with her family on one side, while her aunt Aggie and uncle Willie, with their ten, stepladder kids, lived on the other side.
Uncle Willie had a good job and brought home a steady paycheck, while Jennie's daddy worked sporadically and left his meager paycheck on the bar at Paddy's Saloon.
Every payday, Jennie's sniffle-nosed cousins spilled out of their front screen door to sit on their side of the porch, cupping and digging deeply, with their tiny fists, peeling the thick flesh of the fresh, bright-orange fruit.
Every payday, Jennie and her siblings, sat on their side of the porch, staring at the discarded peels falling from those hundred little fingers, silently craving the succulent juice dripping down those ten messy chins as they slurped like hogs and devoured each morsel with glee.
During the five years that Jennie and her siblings lived next door to those ten cousins, not once did a single kid offer to share a measly bite or a slice of one tender, juicy orange.