Five Sentence Fiction - FURIOUS

  Head pounding and hands shaking, she slams the lid on her suitcase. Tears continue to fall even though she physically tries to will them away. She paces between  nightstand and window, then grabs her things and heads for the door. Stopping mid stride, she begins frantically searching through her purse. She pulls out a well worn love letter and  places it under his forgotten cell phone, and Janet's text asking him what time he'll be over.

Five Sentence Fiction - ALONE

 She absentmindedly rubbed the ears of the little dog lying next to her on the sidewalk as the words to the old Gospel song drifted through the church window.
  It wasn't long ago she had stood on the altar of her own church singing with the choir, her parents watching with pride.

 Absorbed in the music, she didn't notice the elderly woman reaching down to put a dollar in her cup.

 As the choir repeated the last verse, she made no move to wipe away the tears rolling down the cheeks which hadn't felt her mother's kiss in nearly two years.

 In a whisper, she joined the voices singing "Lead me home."

Five Sentence Fiction - PIECES

A word.
A look.
A touch.

All have the power to give or take.
All can break a heart or put it back together.

Five Sentence Fiction - DETERMINATION

   As she stood backstage warming up, her manager came by and, with his usual toothy grin, told her it was another sell-out.
  She smiled to herself and shook her head as she looked around at the crew scurrying with last minute details and listened to the crowd chanting her name.
  The words of her 7th grade teacher came back to her, as they had every night since the day they were said all those years ago.
"Stop singing, Sara, you sound like a frog."

  The smile was still on her face as she walked onstage and stepped up to the  microphone.

Five Sentence Fiction - ENRAPTURE

Alone in the darkened hospital room, I cradle his newborn warmth against my bare skin. Although we have spent the last nine months together, this is the first time we have ever really met.
 I gently trace my finger along every feature of his precious face, committing them not only to my memory, but to my heart and my soul. I whisper hopes and dreams and love for him into his perfect ear.
 His tiny fingers grasp mine and I kiss the top of his downy head.

Five Sentence Fiction - BEAUTY

The fall of my silent footsteps keep time with the melancholy wail of a lone saxophone echoing through the valley of man-made mountains.  On the corner, steamy apparitions escape their underground confinement through colorful tubes and disappear into the frigid night air. The "City That Never Sleeps" is  just resting it's eyes until the sun lends its warmth to the snow dusted streets and sidewalks below.

  Meandering  footprints mark my passing, and like the fabled bread crumbs, they will be gone upon my return. Unlike the storied children though, I know no matter how far I stray, I will always be able to find my way home.

Five Sentence Fiction - Fabric

   It seemed like such a small thing to wish for.
  Something most other people had; Nothing out of the ordinary.
  But nothing had been ordinary since Papa lost his job. Mama tried to keep her smile, but everyday the tears in her voice edged up a little closer.

  Huddled in the back seat of the family car under the big, blue blanket with her sister, watching the snow fall silently around them, she could at least pretend they were back in their old bedroom ...  If she closed her eyes tight enough.