Reaping and Sowing – Five Sentence Fiction

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Kit was an utterly marvellous boy – I called him that because he seemed so young, such a rough diamond and oh! such a refreshing change from the insipid and polished eldest sons of eldest sons Father insisted I meet.

Of course, I knew it was impossible – Father would no more have let me walk out with Kit than if I had asked to marry one of the toads ringing the marshy edges of our lake.

Sadly, oh so sadly, Kit never could understand how these things worked – as far as he was concerned, an honest job meant he was an honest man, and that should be good enough for anybody, even the likes of Captain de Riviera.

It was partly my fault, I confess that now – I had no way of knowing how to handle such a virile and passionate creature, and I led him on, far too far…

Poor Kit… and not to mention, poor me.

 

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this beuatiful photo for us as this week’s inspiration.

This week, my tale follows on from a flash fiction piece I wrote for VisDare, as the images seemed to work well together.

Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

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Time Flies – Five Sentence Fiction

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I can hear my Mum’s voice, clear and bell-like as if she is standing right next to me.

“A watched kettle never boils, Ellie!”

I shrug off the words, shoulders tight and tense, staring intently at the clock on the wall opposite – the second hand barely seems to be moving.

Time is elastic.

My patience, however, is not.

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this gorgeous photo for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do visit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Guardian – Five Sentence Fiction

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Alannah is luminous.

I mean literally, not figuratively.

Oh, your eyebrows might rise and your lip might curl in disbelief, but you’ve not met her, have you?

Every night, she stares up at the moon – she shivers when it wanes to a mere sliver, she smiles with relief when it waxes and is fat with promise.

Her man is busy up there, working the machinery that makes the moon do what we take for granted every month – its re-emergence after the time of darkness lets her know that he is safe once more.

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Here’s my latest entry into Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction. The image she has sourced for us this week is gorgeous, isn’t it?

Please do pop along to her blog and find out how other writers have responded!