Linking up with Lillie McFerrin for five sentence fiction - click on the button above to read the other entries.
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie 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.
This week: AWKWARD
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie 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.
This week: AWKWARD
Waking slowly, unfamiliar shadows dappling her face, her body slick with sweat, limbs heavy in a long forgotten yet familiar way.
Cautiously stretching her legs she eased them gently from beneath the covers feeling for the polished boards under her feet.
As she pushed with the palms of her hands sliding into a sitting position her reflection was caught in the mirror facing the bed.
A tableau captured in a moment of time, hair damp and dishevelled, make up smudged beneath her eyes and beside her, his breath a whisper in the silence, a faint smile curving his lips, lashed tipped with gold, heatbreakingly beautiful, heatbreakingly wrong.
She turned away, her eyes shining with unfallen tears as the heavy scent of regret stole across the room.
Waking slowly, unfamiliar shadows dappling her face, her body slick with sweat, limbs heavy in a long forgotten yet familiar way.
Cautiously stretching her legs she eased them gently from beneath the covers feeling for the polished boards under her feet.
As she pushed with the palms of her hands sliding into a sitting position her reflection was caught in the mirror facing the bed.
A tableau captured in a moment of time, hair damp and dishevelled, make up smudged beneath her eyes and beside her, his breath a whisper in the silence, a faint smile curving his lips, lashed tipped with gold, heatbreakingly beautiful, heatbreakingly wrong.
She turned away, her eyes shining with unfallen tears as the heavy scent of regret stole across the room.
12 comments:
Morning after regret? Poor girl. I cringed for her.
I'd love to hear more about her morning - her thoughts as she moved back into the real world. Follow-up perhaps? Great work!
Wow, this goes way beyond awkward. Very nice!
Mmm, very much so CC.
Maybe Andrew, it could be part of a story I've been building for a while and thank you.
Awkward doen's really begin to cover it does it Sharry? Glad you enjoyed it.
This was great! Nicely done.
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Thank you Ann
Mmmm, something like this - the awkward dose of reality in the cold morning light... after the fantastic encounter during the hot & steamy night before?
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Powerful sentences, such a sad place between what felt right and now feels wrong. Regret is a heavy burden to bear. Excellent writing!
Beautiful imagery. I felt those tears welling up and could almost hear her heavy heartbeat...
I know Michelle - there are probably very few people who haven't been there - maybe I will continue with this and see how she deals with it.
Thank you Josie :)
Thanks Lisa.
Regret is an ugly beast, isn't it? I think awkwardness is more of a lap dog that follows closely at the heels of regret. At least in this case. A beautifully rendered piece...
So vivid and emotion-packed. Excellent writing!!
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