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 Limitless.
Here’s my offering:
The disappointments seemed limitless having been through an endless parade of epically bad first dates, two broken engagements, one divorce, two knee replacements, suffered the early onset of male pattern baldness, endured a lifelong hearing loss in his left ear, an apparently perpetual case of flatulence and he had just recently developed an uncontrollable tic that fleetingly contorts his face into a ridiculous grimace without warning. His most recent girlfriend (correction, ex-girlfriend) had stolen his wallet and he had to go through the whole hassle of canceling all of his credit cards, changing every password (his cheat sheet with the sign-in information to all of his online accounts was tucked in his bill fold with about $64 in cash) not to mention the pain of getting a new driver’s license and replacement social security card. Warren (even his name—Warren Peese—was a bit of a cruel joke that his parents had visited upon him at birth) approached his slightly battered green sedan to find a pink $50 parking ticket waving at him from beneath the driver side wiper arm, unaware that he had blocked a fire hydrant when he parked last night.
He was late for work but he found an open parking space and pumped the meter full with two hour’s worth of quarters before noticing the sign that said, “Meter broken.” Warren had a feeling that today was the day he would leave all that misery behind, that his life was about to be significantly altered as he stepped into the small mini-mart and slapped two dollars down on the scarred Formica counter saying, “I’ll take one Powerball ticket, please.”