Monday, May 6, 2013

5 Sentence Fiction - FESTIVAL



Odhran sat and watched anxiously as the seanfhear paused to light each of the colorful  lanterns along the forest path.

  "Under the Grandfather Oak when the last pink of the setting sun has left the sky" the one-eyed man had whispered in his ear as he helped the others gather wood for the Beltaine fires.
 A warm flush had colored his cheeks at the words. Aideen promised when last they met to get word to him and she was true to it, as always.

  When the seanfhear continued around the bend to be seen no more, Odhran leaned his head against the ancient, rough bark and lost himself in thoughts of Aideen's soft, brown eyes and hopes of things to come.

6 comments:

  1. Wow, you have a way of weaving an incredible story in just a few sentences. Perfect!

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    1. Thanks for the confidence boost, Barb! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my stories.

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  2. You're pretty darn good at creating alternate worlds yourself. I hope his lady love appears for him. Love in any world, is the same, isn't it?

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    1. Thank you, Jayne.
      I'm pretty sure she'll show up. If she can get away from her brother Tadhg's watchful eye, that is.LOL

      I like to think it is, but creating an alternate understanding of love would be pretty interesting.

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  3. This was excellent! I love the Olympics, anyway, so this set very well in my mind.
    Scott
    Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/05/10/five-sentence-fiction-fsf-5913-goggles/

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    1. Thank you! I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.

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