These are my mornings now: laying in bed, stretching arms out on either side of me to fill the space of a king-sized monstrosity; rolling over on my side, watching venetian blinds flutter against the window, conveniently blocking out summer bright sunshine.
I sit up and stare into the half empty closet, the door still ajar, my blue sweater on the floor, shaken off its hanger when you grabbed your best suit and shirt.
It can’t be summer now, it doesn’t fit. It should be winter, the season of dark, heavy woolen full coverage.
I need protection from the elements.
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks Angie.:))
DeleteEvocative and atmospheric, well done!
ReplyDeleteNice submission Jo-Anne. :)
ReplyDeleteI love it.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful... I want to know what's going on! :)
ReplyDeleteStunning entry. Love this.
ReplyDeleteA very quiet sadness in this piece. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteLike it. Good description. I can see the bed. I especially like the second sentence. It makes me begin to create any number of scenarios in my head.
ReplyDeleteThese five sentence fictions are great!! I just discovered your blog through VBA and I'm hooked on these. You communicate so much in such a short space. Makes me think about trying some fiction again!
ReplyDeleteHi Em, what a lovely comment, thank you. I would be so happy if my writing spurred you on to writing fiction again! That would be the greatest compliment I could receive actually. Lillie McFerrin (whose blog link is on my front page) does a great job at organizing 5 sentence fiction. I am working on two longer pieces now but I like the challenge of these short flash fiction too. Be sure to stop back and tell me if you start writing again. Are you on twitter?
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