Tag Lillie McFerrin
Possessed – 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 – FLOWERS.
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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– Possessed –
I stride down the corridors looking neither left nor right; in a lucid moment she has asked for me and I glory in this, holding the knowledge close like a treasured possession.
I suppress a secret smile as I gaze at her, my fingers pressed against the window to her room; my plan has worked, although to render her this helpless I must have overestimated her weight.
The thought pleases me – I like them… delicate.
She is sleeping; her dark lashes heighten the pallor of her cheeks and this thrills me beyond all imagination – I am undone.
Entering her room, I place the two blood red blooms, intertwined like lovers, on the empty chair; she will see them on waking, and understand.
The Visitor – 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 – BEAUTY.
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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– The Visitor –
His shimmering wings – iridescent, delicate, gossamer-light – flicker effortlessly as he dances above the limpid pool.
Lily pads lie heavy on the water’s surface, waxy blossoms opening their petals to embrace the day.
The dragonfly comes to rest, his copper coloured body flashing and glinting in the rising sun.
A second passes, the glade holds its breath; the dragonfly pushes off and away – the pool is bereft.
The slightest of ripples shudder across the water, a momentary memory of his jewelled presence.

