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 Victory.
Here is my first offering:
There was no way he was backing down. The two of them were nose to nose and he could smell the coffee on her breath mixed with that God-awful hazelnut flavored creamer. He noticed tiny flecks of a lighter color sprinkled across her chocolate-brown irises like bits of randomly applied gold leaf; his resolve begin to wither. Suddenly a tear welled up across her bottom lid, overflowed and she finally closed her eyes. “Ha, you blinked,” he shouted triumphantly, “I win!”
I wasn’t crazy about my first attempt so here’s another. You tell me if I was victorious:
Sweat blossomed on the Olympic athlete’s upper lip like condensation on a tall cool glass of ice water as the American lined up his shot. “Frankly, Mark, if Brogan makes it from this distance he will surely have a new world record and he’ll be taking home the gold.”
“That’s true, but mark my words, Frank,” the second commentator replied in hushed tones as if the competitors could hear them, “if he misses he’ll be heading back to Iowa empty-handed.”
Tim Brogan, with number 17 pinned to his red, white and blue team jersey, worked hard to quell the nervous shake in his hands, then pressed firmly with his launcher and watched the plastic disk tumble through the air until closing his eyes and leaving the rest to fate. The blue pip clattered into the small cup at the center of the ring and the crowd erupted as commentator Frank yelled over the cheers, “What an incredible shot to win the gold; we’ll be right back with more tiddlywinks after this message!”
Got five sentences? Share them!