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The Crossing
I seem to be posting an awful lot this week, but I stumbled across Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge and thought I’d give it a go.
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The prompt word for this week is: FROZEN.
The white-tailed rabbit watched anxiously as her babies hopped one by one across the strip of land. It had taken some persuasion – the hard ground felt foreign to their paws, but it bisected their feeding ground and had to be crossed.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the little ones reached safety, she hopped out of the bushes and began her own crossing. As she reached the half-way point, she felt a tremor and heard a deafening rumble. Frozen in terror, she watched the lights coming closer, closer…
Two For Dinner
A number of people I follow have been taking part in the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. I was happy just reading their stories, but then I started to wonder what I might write if I were to give it a go. Then a story accidentally wrote itself in my head, so I typed it in when I got home and here it is!
The stories should be 100-200 words – I managed to sneak mine in at 199. Phew!
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Samuel gazed at the scene before him in awe. A bridge arched gracefully over a cascading waterfall, which sent a fine mist into the air to sparkle in the sun, creating the most stunning mini-rainbows. Lush, green trees grew on either side and a wide expanse of grass stretched down to the water’s edge.
He thought of Lucy’s wide, innocent blue eyes, her glossy raven-black hair, her ready smile. He imagined the scene before him under the moonlight. He would led her gently to the water’s edge, sink to his knees before her…
Walking down into the shadow of the bridge, he took the ring out of his pocket, and smiled.
His phone rang. Annoyed by the intrusion, he answered it when he saw the caller’s name.
“Yes, Mother. I’ve found the perfect spot to propose. Tonight, Mother, I’ll ask her tonight!”
Still smiling, he put the ring back in his pocket and walked away.
A sound came from under the bridge.
“He’s getting away! Come on!” came a gruff voice.
“Wait! Didn’t you hear? He’s coming back tonight – with a friend,” came a second.
“So?”
“So… why have one for lunch when you can have two for dinner?”
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