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.
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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