Dancing With Jack Ketch – Five Sentence Fiction


Dad got sent to The War, that’s what Nan told Mum.

Mum wouldn’t listen – she shook her head, then shouted and waved her arms, then put her hands over her ears and cried.

Mum told anyone outside our four walls that Dad volunteered, that he took himself to the Navy, head held high and a smile on his lips, ready to do battle for King and Country.

Nan was right though – it was either go and fight, or hang for his crimes.

And I know what those crimes were – I saw them all.


Here’s my latest entry in to Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction. It follows on from my VisDare entry this week, but of course can be read on its own. I hope you enjoy it, and please do visit Lillie’s blog for more five sentence tales!

Guardian – Five Sentence Fiction



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.


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!

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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