Gideon’s morning shower took longer than usually allowed but no one seemed to mind; he even scrubbed behind his ears – something he hadn’t done since childhood. He took time shaving too, paying particular attention to the dimple in his chin which sometimes got missed when he was taking his turn in the morning rush.
His grandma had sent him a new white linen shirt, surprisingly purchased in the correct size; it had been a wild guess on her part since Gideon hadn’t been able to visit her in over five years. He straightened his shoulders as he was buttoning the front, thinking of the smile that would appear on his grandma’s face when she saw him standing on her porch.
As he walked down the hall to leave, his friends shouted good luck wishes mixed liberally with curses, but Gideon didn't hear them; he heard only the sparrows chirping in the Arizona autumn breeze as the warden buzzed the exit door open and Gideon stepped out into the sunlight.
Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist.
Each week the lovely and dear Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration on her blog, then anyone wishing to
participate writes a five sentence story based on the prompt word.
The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, it is just used for
direction. Please visit her website and read the other great entries.