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 Precious.
Harlan, who’s eyes opened to a darkness dense enough that it seemed it could be stuffed into pockets like compost, was unsure of what had interrupted his sleep but he could feel the change. Moving slowly he gently propped himself up on one elbow, trying to avoid waking Agnes without reason, and strained to hear over the perpetual hiss of the AC that barely kept the heat at bay. It was more a perception than anything else but he thought a dull, distant flicker of light had briefly flashed outside the window as if the headlights of a turning car had played over the side of the house, but that was impossible since the nearest road was quite a few dusty acres away. Then, there it was—a soft, random, rattling tattoo had begun to play out on the roof—and his sun burnished face wrinkled up into the unaccustomed approximation of a smile. He envisioned each tiny poof kicked up by the initial precious drops as his parched fields began slaking their thirst; he shook his wife awake with a large calloused hand saying, “Agnes my love, it’s raining.”
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