Saturday, April 5, 2014

Square One

Here's my contribution to this week's
  
Five Sentence Fiction
                                                             
The topic is Whimsical



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Like tiny brown autocratic pillars, the medicine bottles were still rowed up by the kitchen sink with his name on them.  The empty hospital bed dominated the living room with its blank whiteness.  Five years gone, years that had been long on schedules and loneliness and exhaustion, and lean of conversation, freedom, and sleep.

Her life had been squeezed tight, the very breath of it boiled down to small gasps of a few moments her own - a chat with a neighbor, the walk to the street to gather the newspaper, or a pause by the window.

Now she opened all of those windows, turned up the radio, and began painting the living room bright yellow. 

6 comments:

  1. A succinct picture of duty then freedom.

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    1. Hi Susie - and thank you for stopping by.

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  3. Oh dear, Marty, a picture in five sentences which happens all too often.

    I like the hopeful ending.

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  4. This is very good. The release that comes after being a caretaker is expressed nicely in the last sentence.

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