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 Whisper.
She was beautiful beyond description in a gauzy white floor-length tunic that was shear enough to hint at the perfectly proportioned enticements underneath; the full swell of a breast, the poke of a firm nipple, the refined curve of a hip. Her stride was smooth and even—gliding—and she approached him with a smile that glowed Fourth-of-July-sparkler white. Jason looked up from the blank page and mocking cursor (aptly named he thought) displayed on his laptop to be greeted by this vision and immediately wished he had at least shaved at some point in the past three days, not to mention bathe. Tears sprang to his eyes and he was flooded with relief as he blurted through sobs, “Oh, my lovely Muse how I have ached for you; for God’s sake vanquish this endless and forsaken drought of ideas.”
She floated wordlessly closing the rest of the gap between them and lightly caressed his stubble-shot cheek, moved the near-empty whisky bottle aside so she could perch on the corner of his desk and leaned in to whisper, “Not tonight, I have a headache.”
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