#FiveSentenceFiction: Tears

He looked at her, she smiled, and he knew she knew. Slowly he came closer, opened the pad and started reading, in a low voice, in his smooth, disarming accent, the one he used when he really wanted to seduce, to sell, to be adopted: the last paragraph of his novel. She was listening, still looking at his face as he read, an infinite tenderness on her lips and eyes, his muse, his wife, his soulmate, his partner.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/04/06/fivesentencefiction-tears/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Armor

Photo by Red Nguyen on Pexels.com He stands in front of you, unarmed Dominated, in awe, a small being In the immensity of Your wisdom Your will unknowable, His destiny in your hands. He stands, his armour Is his faith, Unshakable, unassailable His body may die, What does it matter to you? You know. Faith moves mountains. The future is in his hands.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/04/15/fivesentencefiction-armor/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Explosive

We walked around Covent Garden, a light rain falling on the already wet pavement. You signalled to me to walk into the new Apple Store, your beloved face upturned towards me, your red hair shining in the September light. The young people at the door smiled at us, one elegant man came to us, and asked me: “Miss, would you and your companion like to have a demonstration of the new photo program?”

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/04/26/fivesentencefiction-explosive/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Foggy

Photo by Fernando Cortu00e9s on Pexels.com They emerge from the rice-field, silent, black-clad, hardly visible, even by the birds watching them from high above the earth. The pale sun reflects timidly on their swords: an army of wraiths. In one column they march to the edge of the jungle, without a sound. Deep in the darkness they dive, their leader setting the pace, her steps unreadable to the beasts that track them, her face masked by the…

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/05/20/fivesentencefiction-foggy/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Silence

Photo by Hamid Tajik on Pexels.com I have been thinking about this for a long time. A recent exchange with a friendly blogger and tweep, who I respect deeply, made me think about it again. Throughout history, since the antiquity, we know that women can fight, just as well as men, and in many cases, with superior resolution and spirit of sacrifice.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/05/25/fivesentencefiction-silence/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Orange

Transit of Venus “What made them leave home and set sail upon dangerous seas, determining where upon the Globe they must go, was not - Pace any Astrologists in the room - the Heavenly Event by itself, but rather that unshining Assembly of Human Needs, of which Venus, at the instant of going dark, is the Prime Object…” -

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/06/01/fsf-orange/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Lost

The School The long corridors were dark and threatening, and he was so small: the tall windows did not let any light in, the ancient floors creaked menacingly. He clinched his fists, thought of his mother, of the sweetness of being close to her, and, now, of the pain of being so far away - for how long? In the courtyard he was at first frightened by the other boys, so noisy, looking so much older than him, then he realised they were looking…

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/06/07/fsf-lost/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Medicine

Back at her place Helena felt drained and lifeless: meeting Mistress G had been a challenge, and she was not sure she’d achieved what she wanted, win her Mistress’s trust. It was hard for her to balance charm and submission, she was afraid of appearing to flirt, to attempt to seduce, instead of what she wanted, learn, mortify herself, seek humiliation without being degraded.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/fsf-medicine/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Faeries

You are in the sky: I can see you, diaphane, silent, moving so fast - unless you want to pause, and observe, or visit... Yet, you are of flesh and blood: I know, often you come to my place and touch me, a light finger on my lips, your presence I feel, in my dream, but in the morning I see your sign: the little cross with a diamond, and a drop of your blood on my pillow.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/06/22/fivesentencefiction-faeries/

#FiveSentenceFiction: Harvest

Their legions had swept through the universe, cruel, invincible, enslaving all humans and other creatures on their path. The harvest of souls would have continued if it had not been for one of their slaves, One with a power that they could not comprehend, the power of Love. They crucified Her, as they had done to so many others, pitiless, torturing Her small body as She hung, dying.

https://honoratus20018.wordpress.com/2012/06/30/fivesentencefiction-harvest/