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 Five Sentence Fiction turns one year old and Lillie has left the choice of prompt up to each author, using any prompt she has offered up over the past year. I have picked the word Quiver.
His left cheek began to quiver uncontrollably like a horse’s flank trying to repeatedly rid itself of a persistent fly and Davis rubbed at it to try to quell the spasm. He adjusted his glasses back on his nose and cleared his throat feeling extremely self conscious and inadequate. When he thought she wasn’t looking, he tried to sneak a quick sniff of his right armpit even though there wasn’t anything he could do about any potential odor at this point.
“Jeez, Davis, settle down,” she told him, “it’s no big deal, he’s just my dad.”
Her words had barely faded when her father walked into the room and Davis shot to his feet, summoned the courage to stick out his right hand and after a gulp he squeaked out the three words, “Evening, Mr. President.”
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