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Friday, 7 September 2012
Five Sentence Fiction: Memories
Another place I’ve been watching for a while, but hadn’t participated yet is Five Sentence Fiction, organised by Lillie McFerrin. So once again, now is a great time to start! This is a great idea - short pieces that will be good practice for me to pare them down instead of comma-splicing into paragraphs. The prompt for this week was the word memories, but it doesn't necessarily have to appear in the piece.
slowly counted out pound coins into piles for each drink - his
rheumatism was acting up again. Half way through the second pint his eyes would
twinkle, and he would charm the young backpackers with his accent and
tales of his beloved Maude; she’d been gone now these past twenty years
(God rest her soul) and there wasn’t a day she didn’t grow lovelier in
his mind. Often this lead to further drinks being paid for in an attempt
to entice more stories but it was pointless. Given a third, his
brogue would thicken, tears would fall, and Lou would yearn for more
than mere memories... inconsolable.