FIVE SENTENCE FICTION
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Lillie's Word Prompt: HARVEST
She sways back and forth on the porch swing and keenly watches as the rusty, yellow school bus unloads forty-five handsome, bronzed, husky teenage boys and men. Recruited every year from the LeHigh Valley, Pennsylvania coal mines, these young hunks are driven upstate New York to harvest her father's vast soy fields and apple orchard. Her heart pounds hard and skips beats until the last one steps down. Once again, he does not appear. It's now three years since he's seen his son.
FIVE SENTENCE FICTION 6/22/12
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WORD PROMPT
FAERIES
"Ariel, how many times do I have to tell you to stay out of trouble. You got tangled in the spokes of the ferris wheel and fell off the carousel horse's tail. You got a huge glob of sticky cotton candy in your wings and now you're all wet from that bubble-making machine. One disaster after another. I'm tellin' mom I don't want you hanging out with me any more."
Above is Madison Wood's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt titled: PATH (6/15/12)
Below is my 100-word story inspired by Madison's beautiful photo.
**** WOODED PATH ****
We hadn't seen each other since childhood and chatted lightly; reminiscing; while strolling along a wooded path. Now, in his mid-twenties, he was tall with movie star looks, a solid athletic physique, thick, tousled, sun-kissed hair, a Cary Grant dimple in his square chin, sensitive eyes and a killer smile. His jughead ears were no more.
He stopped abruptly, placed his hands on my face, opened his heart and all in one breath, said he loved me, proposed marriage and if I refused, he would become a priest. Secretly engaged to his cousin, I was rendered speechless.
FIVE SENTENCE FICTION: LOST (6/11//12)
ONE-WORD PROMPT
Each week, Lillie McFerrin of #Five Sentence Fiction, posts a one-word prompt. This week's one-word is: LOST
Below is my Five Sentence Fiction - story inspired by Lillie McFerrin's prompt.
**** LOST ****
On the rainy ride home, reclining in the back seat, her head swims with the successful events of the cheerleading contest. Wrapped in the glow of happiness, her first prize gold medal, secure in its black, velvet-cushioned box, rests softly against her chest.
Swooned by the hum of the car engine, the last thing she remembers is drifting off to sleep, anticipating tomorrow's shopping trip with mom, for her first prom dress.
At her bed, she sees an elderly nurse, in starched white, holding a syringe and mom's anxious, colorless face, pressing her hand. She soon learns that, during the five-car collision, not only was her gold medal lost, but most of her top teeth.
Once again, here is MadisonWoods FridayFictioneers clever photo prompt titled: BLIMP (6/08/12).
Below is my 100-word story inspired by the above photo.
*** BLIMP ***
She was lost. Mentally and emotionally, with a closed, muddled, solitary mind. Modern drugs added to her isolation. For relief from her self-imposed prison, she sought professional help.
He was a tall, unattractive, pipe-holder. Since her instincts never failed, her inner voice whispered not to flee. On the third visit, moving from chair to couch, she felt uneasy with him sitting behind her.
"Give me your hand," he said, softly. "Trust me."
Placing her hesitant, trembling palm into his gentle hand, with tears welling, she saw the blimp sailing peacefully in the serene, iris-blue sky. As it floated by his hi-rise office window, she relaxed and felt safe.
"THERE IS NO GREATER AGONY THAN BEARING AN UNTOLD STORY INSIDE YOU..."
Maya Angelou
