A Cautionary Tale

This week's topic for Five Sentence Fiction is:

Magnetic

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

Beverly scratched her stomach and looked down as she stood on the scales in her pajamas; not the number she had been hoping for.

She stepped off and shuffled into the kitchen to start the coffee machine but before she could reach the counter she felt a pull to the other side of the room where the big white refrigerator sat.

She stood there, bemused, but as long as she was there, reached inside for the remains of last night’s tiramisu.

Turning back to the counter, sticky dessert plate in hand, she was oblivious to the souvenirs from past trips that were arranged on the appliance -  tiny ceramic lemons from Sorrento, a scene from Mount Vernon, the logo of the Boston Red Sox, and many others.

They had gathered to form a ring of magnetism, a ring that not only held them to the refrigerator, but had also drawn her to it as well.  

Far Away Time

On special holidays and birthdays our phone in Virginia would ring.

It would be my grandfather calling from Oklahoma

Waiting Room Heaven

Can you guess where I am?

Shopping for furniture?

Assets

This week's entry for Five Sentence Fiction is


               Beauty

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

A mirror ran the length of the conference room and as Beth turned her attention to the documents before her, she noted that the younger woman to her right used the moment to run one hand over her long black hair.

Beth remembered that reflex, the one that went with taking for granted how many heads would turn as she entered a room.

She looked down with satisfaction at her hands, now embossed with learning how to shape her own life.

Age had freed her; her hair, her skin, her body were all finally her own.

Now emancipated from beauty, she smiled at the staff before her as she opened her meeting. 

Everyday Truths

When I ran a few errands yesterday, I encountered some of life's truths:

On my first errand, although there were several legitimate spots available, I watched as a woman created her own parking space at the end of a row and only ten feet from the front of the store. 

This is a person who probably feels more entitled to life’s perks than the rest of us.

When Home Projects Bring on the Blues

I woke up today with no great expectations. The only definites were breakfast and the Sunday paper. Yesterday I’d pulled weeds and trimmed bushes, so probably no gardening today.

Like many mornings, before I’d even had my cup of tea I’d stripped the bed, put on new sheets, loaded the washer, emptied the kitty litter box and fed the cat. While waiting for Himself to return from his coffee run I knocked out a few pages of the new book – I’ve almost got the kid out of the well and yes, his name is Timmy. Then breakfast, paper and now time for a Project. Not a big one, just something to fill maybe 45 minutes.

Fabric of Life

This week's entry for Five Sentence Fiction is


Fabric

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Lillie McFerrin Writes

Ivy absentmindedly rubbed one hand over her rounded belly, while the other held the chosen quilt pattern; she contemplated the rigidly aligned material, blue ginghams leading to blue calico, blue dots, then blue solids.