Monday, April 29, 2013

5 Sentence Fiction - SHADOW

 Soft sunlight casts my shadow before me as I walk. It is the shape of my being, and like me, it is empty.
 In my minds eye, I fill the shape with dreams of running, dancing.  Being full.
 I stop on the path and watch as it slowly fades to nothing with the setting of the sun.

Monday, April 22, 2013

5 Sentence Fiction - ANGLE

  The dust from the last car to drive through the crossroads had settled days before the rusty pickup rumbled to a halt across from the El Camino.
   'Did you remember to bring it?" questioned the crooked, weathered old man in the cowboy hat, as he stepped out of his truck and hobbled over to meet the man wearing the torn, blue baseball cap.
   The dirty hand holding out the offering betrayed the sarcastic "No, I forgot this time.", which spat out from between tobacco stained teeth.
  The man in the cowboy hat slowly reached out his gnarled hand, took what was offered, studied it long, hard, and silently, then slipped it in the pocket of his worn denim.
  "I won't be back" he offered, staring intently at the frayed design sewn onto the toe of his battered cowboy boot, but his whispered words were lost in the roar of the engine and the scattering of gravel as the El Camino pulled away.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

5 Sentence Fiction -EDGE

The wind loosened stray pieces of long, brown hair from her ponytail as she stood looking out across the mountains. John would catch up in a moment. It was so like him to lag behind, all the time calling to her, trying to hold her back.

She barely felt the sting of the slap that accompanied the words: "You fuckin' Bitch, I told you to wait for me".

 She knew she had waited long enough.

Monday, April 8, 2013

5 Sentence Fiction -WORD


Alone on the front porch, I sit, waiting for Helen to come and help us. I don't know what to do to make my mother stop crying. She's been like this for days.
The headlights of the cavalry cast the shadow of my small, thin frame across the wall as the car pulls in the driveway.

"This is all your fault; if you and your sister weren't so bad your mother wouldn't be like this."

Sunday, April 7, 2013

5 Sentence Fiction: FLAME


The soft hiss of another bottle opening is heard under the gentle strains of guitars and voices singing in harmony. 

A knowing look passes between friends as they sit under the constant, ageless moon. 

Familiar laughter fills the air. 

A hand reaches out to warm mine.

I see years gone by and years to come in that one moment.