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.

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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…

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– 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.

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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…?

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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.

Sweets For My Sweet – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

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– Sweets For My Sweet –

“Mother?”
“Yes, honey?”
“What are these things under the ramp?”
“Hold on a moment, sugar, let me just finish this. Here, you have one as well, they’re to die for.”
“Mmm, oh yes!”
“What did you want to know? Sorry, I got side-tracked. Here, have the last one.”
“I wanted to know about the jagged things under the ramp.”
“Oh, yes. I think they’re steps. Back in the Lean Times, people walked. Instead of zooming up the ramp in one of these babies, they had to use the steps, wasting all their energy. Strange, huh?”
“How primitive! Mother?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“Can we buy another box of Snickers bars? I could do with a snack before lunch.”

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