Point of Reference – Five Sentence Fiction

September 28, 2014September 28, 2014freyathewriter 10 Comments

Sarah is a little girl – she knows she is her mummy’s little star and her daddy’s lion cub.

Sarah is a teenager – she knows she is Liam’s girlfriend and Mr Barrett’s favourite student.

Sarah is a twenty five year old woman – she knows she is Danny’s bride and the envy of all of her friends.

Sarah is in her thirties – she knows she is Mr Browne’s best saleswoman and that Danny resents her success.

Sarah is in her forties – she’s on her own, relying on nobody but herself – is this where life begins?

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this intriguing photo from this blog enigmatically called ‘Loving’ for us as this week’s inspiration. Please do v isit here to read, read, read some more! No two pieces will be the same…

Again, this post will form part of my weekly theme, linking together the pictorial inspiration from Lillie’s blog, VisDare and Magpie Tales. There is no particular order this week, so read them however you like!

Little Men – Five Sentence Fiction

September 14, 2014freyathewriter 6 Comments

“Graham, you simply have to pull yourself together, old chap, it won’t do any good.”

“She’s gone, gone off with your wife, no less – I knew she was a bad influence, flighty, undisciplined and full of crackpot ideas. You should have kept her in hand when you had the chance!”

“Now steady on there, it takes two to tango, don’t you know!”

“Yes… doesn’t it just!!”

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Here is my latest entry into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction. I’ve once again, tied it in with my entry into Angela’s VisDare – this is the husbands’ reaction!

Please do visit here to read more Five Sentence Fiction! No two pieces will be the same…

Reaping and Sowing – Five Sentence Fiction

September 7, 2014freyathewriter 9 Comments

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…