Monday 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 Empty.
Dave couldn’t think of the word. He had an idea of what it might be but it was just hovering out of mental reach as he pulled the dictionary from the shelf and flipped to the R’s. When he lifted the book up to get a closer look, the words slid—as if unfixed—piling into his lap where the letters mixed and scrambled into unintelligible combinations leaving the pages empty. The black letterforms, shiny, beetle-hard and lacquered, began to writhe and click against each other before suddenly scampering up his chest, coursing into his mouth and lodging in his throat making it nearly impossible to breathe or speak. He awoke, bolt-upright in bed, still clawing at his throat as the remnants of his strangled bark faded like a late morning fog. His wife asked what was wrong, kissed his cheek and rubbed his back with concern, but having Alzheimer’s Dave couldn’t find the words to describe his nightmare.