Principles – Five Sentence Fiction

It’s time for my latest offering to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction, a weekly prompt where there is no word limit, just a limit on the number of sentences. Plus, although she provides a word prompt, it is just for direction only – you don’t have to include the word itself in your contribution.

This week, the prompt is  – LETTERS.


Do let me know what you think of my offering below – and whilst you’re at it, why not take a look at everyone else’s offerings (I’m sure they’ll be fabulous), and even give it a go yourself…


– Principles –

Granny had kept all the letters from her childhood sweetheart – they were tied together with a faded ribbon and hidden in a battered suitcase on top of her wardrobe.

Now Granny was gone, there was nothing to stop me from reading them at last.

As a little girl, I had been fascinated with them as she allowed me to organise the envelopes into date order, or by their colour – but I was never, ever to take the letters out, let alone read them.

I settled myself down to read, gradually unwinding the secrets of her mysterious youth.

I never expected to learn that she had been abandoned by her sweetheart for daring to fight for women’s suffrage – his loss.


Image from Wikimedia Commons – Nancy

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Protocol – Sunday Photo Fiction

Here is my offering for Sunday Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below.  Why not take part? And why not visit Alastair’s photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?


Copyright – Kattermonran

– Protocol –

“Your father’s honours, my lady.”

My hands reached out for the crown, orb and sceptre as if controlled by another mind not my own. Every fibre of my being wanted to turn away, or throw the hateful object on the floor. But protocol won. As always.

Winning the kingdom had cost father his life and had made orphans of us all.

Now the ‘honours’ were to be laid in the hands of my little brother, whilst I, as the eldest female, would be forced to physically pass them to him in a public ceremony.

I would be signing his death warrant, if recent events were to be our compass to the future.

A servant burst into the room, panting, sweating, distraught. Could it be…?

“The young sire has gone missing, my lady! He is nowhere in the palace!”

I placed a hand over my mouth, in apparent shock.

“Oh! How… Terrible!”

We wouldn’t try too hard to find him.

Ligo Haibun News

Most weeks of late, I have been taking part in the Ligo Haibun Challenge, where we are invited to write haibun, a Japanese writing form of prose interspersed or closing with haiku. It’s a very different form of writing, not to mention addictive!

I have been lucky enough to receive Honourable Mentions for two of my pieces now – quite different in voice (it’s not all about dystopia here!). I know how very good the other creations are – we all work hard at our craft! There is always something new to learn and read, and this form of writing does take me to unexpected places, I confess. So, thank you to Ese and Ye Pirate (not to mention Penny, who is there in the background) for mulling, reading, reviewing and discussing the pros and cons of all of our pieces. And thank you for my two awards! If you click on both of the badges, you can go directly to my pieces, if you haven’t read them already. If you would like to, of course… 🙂