The Bootlegger – Five Sentence Fiction


He stole me.

He reached inside, breached the battlements, and stole me.

Took my heart, my body, my soul and stole me away.

Stole me away from here, from there, from then, from now.

I am his contraband.


Here is my latest entry – in poetic form – into the lovely Lillieโ€™s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this photo for our inspiration. Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short too.

16 thoughts on “The Bootlegger – Five Sentence Fiction

  1. Great little piece – love the feel and flow – and as so many have noted: the last line – the word – “contraband” – it really has power – and it *does* open the door to wondering, who is this stolen person, why them, and what’s the “illegality” of the situation.

    Really great effort ๐Ÿ˜€

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