Five Sentence Fiction: Detour

The fog and low-hanging shade of branches blotting out the moon would not clear from the road, making the crossroad nigh impossible to see until he was there. Too many were the paths to take, and even the safest carried the risk of isolation on that long bleak stretch of desert path to nowhere.  Or would he take the broken trail deeper into the fog and darkness; to gamble that mystery and weathered routes breed resolution and reward.

How does one detour from a path that has no course itself?

All that was certain is that impatient pistons growled for motion and idle wheels would only sink into the muck left behind, leaving forward motion as the only choice.

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My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin. This week’s theme was ‘Detour’, which in of itself implies that there is a known path to deviate from. But that’s not always true, is it?

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 61.2: Aftermath

Two X-wings howled over the barren surface of yet another unimportant rock in space in silence.

Until, “So?”

The other pilot didn’t answer.

“That was a hell of a night, eh?”

No response.

“I know I had a wild night.  I mean, first the pole dancing, and then they talked us into body shots…”

“Will you shut up already, Wes? I woke with another headache, and can’t get the taste of bad brandy out of my mouth.” Hobbie scowled

“Really? I would’ve thought that blonde at the end would taste like berries or something else sweet.”

“Someday, you’ll hit puberty and it will make sense.”

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And entry #2 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. Since I couldn’t seem to find any humor in last week, I need to hit the ground running this week. So, I think this is a good start. This is also a direct sequel to one of my earlier challenge entries, titled “Divide and Conquer”

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 61.1: Five More Minutes

I knew it was going to be a bad day when even the radio was against me. I should’ve taken the hint when I woke with another headache and just called in sick, but there is simply too much work to do.

But then a warm arm snaked over me, becoming my own snooze delay. It held me down among the blankets, soon met by radiating warmth along my spine and a purr that stirs my bones.

“Morning already…?” She murmured, still somewhere between gleeful dreams and coherence.

I spun around, dull pain be dammed, to kiss her nose and lips “Five more minutes, beloved.”

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Entry #1 for this week’s 100 Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. Not to mention the single greatest cure for any morning ache.

I hope you all enjoy!

Five Sentence Fiction: Happy Birthday

All he needed was ten more minutes. But that moment her keys hit the ground, his secret was laid bare.

Smiling shyly, all he could do was say “Happy birthd…,” before he was silenced by an eager embrace of the shocked.

The roast in the oven had not yet finished, nor was the wine at a proper chill or the candle aflame to shimmer atop the velvet overlay. But to her eyes, she had stumbled into a prize prepared by the hands of a prince.

She could wait ten more minutes.

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My entry for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin.

I hope you all enjoy!

100 Word Challenge – Week 60: The Fruits of One’s Labor

They had stirred in my brain for what felt like ages, like waves unable to grow, a sad testament to the drought. Suddenly, it was in my hand, the amalgamation of word and feeling.  But it was weak, barely able to stand, much less fly to you.

Not that it mattered, it came too late. You already had this from another.  I could see it in your smile, the one I tried to revive.

Now this fruit I bear has no meaning, though it pleads for one with a sorrowful expression.  So I throw them to the walls around me and leave the mess to whimper.

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This would be my entry for the 100-Word Challenge from Juilia’s Place. I say would because there is one thing that it has none of that the prompt requires. Sadly, this week has drained the humor reserve for the week, so it needs to recharge.

Still, I hope you all enjoy!