Five Sentence Fiction – Anchor

The un-oiled hinges of the battered screen door creaked one last time as he stood at in the entrance he had known for so long. On his shoulder, the bag stuffed with the last bits and pieces of his life shifted as he sighed. For all the weight upon him, it was paled by the gravity within. He traced his fingers along the pitted wood and weathered nails that had been a home once, and would always be to him even if emptied. Still, it was time for the words he had never been able to say aloud, only ponder as they touched one last time “Goodbye mom…I love you.”


Guess who’s back. At least for a little bit anyway before I move around the world once again in the name of duty. I like to think I’ve learned a lot in this time of absence, mainly just how much my plate can hold before it shatters. So now it’s time to get back to me, to remember why I do what I do. And it all starts here.

I hope you all enjoy!

And as a side note, I promise my mom is alive and quite well 🙂 This was simply what came into shape with this week’s prompt.

2 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction – Anchor

  1. McGuffy Ann says:

    Strong feel to this tale. I like it.

  2. Mayumi-H says:

    Apologies I missed this first time around. Great job capturing that moment of goodbye (done it too many times to count!), and glad to have you and your writing back!

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