Our time together is a poem scrawled on the beach; meaning is temporary, passion is passing.
We are words writ large in the sand, fearing the ocean.
I stare, trying to lock you in my world, afraid you will cease to exist if I cannot see you.
My eyes are watering.
I stare, but I cannot hold back the tide.
Five Sentence Fiction
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.
This week’s word: DEPARTURE
A poem this week – in honour of poetry month (in the US and Canada – here in Australia I think it’s July?). This is probably not a complete story, but I dunno… I thought why the hell not.
Let me know what you think.
The rest of the stories 5SF stories are here.