Tuesday is when I tackle some Five Sentence Fiction. Feel free to take Lillie McFerrin’s challenge to write a five sentence story based on a single word prompt. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just used for direction. This week’s word is Harvest.
Here is my offering:
Dawn had begun to gather along the eastern horizon wedging itself in beneath the dense, black, starless sky, prompting the realization that he had worked through the entire night. His arms, dripping and sticky with effort, ached and buzzed from so much labor. A cool breath of wind whispered across the back of his neck kissing up the moisture but leaving behind the salt and grime. He stood back and admired his haul from behind an exhausted and gap-toothed smile, it was an exceptional harvest. After stowing the shovel, he used the pitchfork to heave one last body onto the cart before shouldering against the weight of his load, grunting to get the large wooden wheels to turn, being careful to successfully navigate between the headstones.
I don’t know where this came from. Sometimes I scare myself with some of the darker stuff…
Got five sentences? Share them!