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 Feast.
The meal was a memory, the china was washed and stored, leftovers had been parceled out, the goodbyes were made, air kisses exchanged. It was a strange mix of guests—she wouldn’t really call them friends—that she had reached out to for help at one point or another and this was her way of giving back to each of them. Many had even gone so far as to ask for recipes, which amused her to no end.
All of that conciliatory posturing and artificial frivolity left a sour taste in her mouth as she found herself reduced to an observer at her own party, pushed to the shadowed edges like a servant all evening long. A dark smile twisted across her lips as she thought of the tainted food doing its job in the bellies of each of them who had turned their back on her during her time of need; the feast would be leaving a sour taste in their mouths too, when it soon began to reverse direction.
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