Sleep came to Audrey in trivial amounts, and when she least expected it to. Sitting in a coffee shop by the open door, waiting for the waitress to bring the only drug she could afford. She supported her blonde head in her left arm, the sounds around her muffled. How much she wished for a peaceful night’s sleep, without that prickle of anxiety that continued to nag at her. There were not enough locks in the world to hide her away from her mistakes.
Continuing to sleep, her regular order was delivered to the table, but Audrey hadn’t spoken to anyone. Involuntarily her arm bumped into the warm cup, but she didn’t startle awake as she usually did. It seemed her body had given up. Whatever was pursuing her had won. Audrey was done, finished, spent. There was no awesome need to prove anything to anyone, anymore. Her shoulders relaxed. She softly snored into the crook of her arm.
The Pursuer stood before the sleeping beauty. Placing the silenced pistol to Audrey’s temple, she fired. In a flash of gun powder, Audrey discovered oblivion.
There’s a somebody I’m longin’ to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over me
“Will you wait for me?”
“Of course Darling, we’ve got nothing but time.”
The view from the window is always the same, as she waits for the man she loves to come home. There’s the longing to share a meal of grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup and sweet wine with him. To fall, without a care into bed, and make love till the first gray light of the next morning.
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration. ~Charles Dickens~
Penny, teddy bear in hand, stood in the hallway painted an industrial gray. Helen, the case worker, handed her the worn suitcase packed with clothing, issued to her by the state. Though 17 years old, Penny felt trepidation about her new family. John and Marsha, her adoptive parents walked up to her, eyes and hearts brimming with love. All that was left of their long journey to become a family, was their short car ride home.
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I 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.
He was one of those lovers of life that believed everything happened for a reason. Be it fate, kismet, serendipity, luck or even karma. He’d been told that life was about making choices, coincidences, and having free will. Those three things were only part of the equation. There werepowers stronger than he could even begin to imagine, bringing him, to her.
Talent is only the flame, genius is the fire.-John Reyes
Michael pounded the piano keys so furiously, his fingers bled. The flame within him burned and as he played, it radiated throughout his entire body. He wrote the music notes down and fingered the keys one-handed. To anyone else the scribbled composition would have been gibberish, but not so for him. It was the language of his heart, passion, and his muse.