The Bootlegger – Five Sentence Fiction

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He stole me.

He reached inside, breached the battlements, and stole me.

Took my heart, my body, my soul and stole me away.

Stole me away from here, from there, from then, from now.

I am his contraband.

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Here is my latest entry – in poetic form – into the lovely Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction, where she has provided this photo for our inspiration. Please do visit here to read the entries from other writers who love to keep it short too.