Five Sentence Fiction — Midnight

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 Midnight.

midnight man in black
Here is my offering:

He sat clothed in black, beneath bare branches clicking like bone on bone in the dark, his robe embroidered with misery and trimmed with false hopes as he waited with a well-practiced patience. The deep shadows of midnight obscured the visitor’s features except for the wet glint of his eyes that reflected like slug trails in moonlight. Turning to shelter a lit match from a slight breeze, he touched the flame to a hand-rolled cigarette and drew on his smoke to pass the time, the ember dancing orange in the dark. Headlights eventually crested the hill and glinted off of the sterling silver tips of his finely tooled black skin boots; the car swerved erratically in his direction, missing him by inches, as the vehicle left the road in a cacophony of complaining tires, splintering trees and twisting metal. The ignition key warning dinged incessantly in the otherwise silent aftermath as the man in black slowly stood to finish his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and crushing it out; he walked up to the wreckage beckoning with a pale, slender, manicured hand and said in a deep, scratchy voice, “Come with me, time’s up.”

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11 comments on “Five Sentence Fiction — Midnight

  1. Possibly one of the best things I’ve read from you. So atmospheric, so chilling, and the spectre of death came across as so cold and laconic that it was totally arresting. Very well done.

  2. WOW! WOW! WOW what a masterful piece… totally grabbed me and had me with chills. You my friend are one very talented and descriptive author. Book????

  3. Beautifully rich in detail. You enticed me right into the story from the first sentence. I’m rather disappointed that death is such an unpleasant fellow. As I get on in years, I was hoping for something a little more friendly.

    • I don’t know. By the time we meet him he may not seem all that bad. We all have different visions of Mr. Death. I like your idea of him being a much more pleasant gent.

  4. Oh yes! The Grim Reaper himself…cool, calm and collected, collecting souls. So beautifully written and sooo chilling!

  5. Wow! “wet glint of his eyes that reflected like slug trails in moonlight.” Nice! Drew me right in, so much detail, vivid, original and clever. Was just like being there. Loved this.

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