Five Sentence Fiction – Mistletoe

Five Sentence Fiction – Mistletoe He sat with the freshly opened bottle of wine on the counter at his side and the two glasses in hand.  The tick of the old grandfather clock echoed with each passing minute.  The freshly plucked rose petals led from the door to his left and disappeared up the staircase.Continue reading “Five Sentence Fiction – Mistletoe”

Five Sentence Fiction – Nineteen

Five Sentence Fiction – Nineteen He could still hear his old grandfather’s voice in his ear, repeating over and over in his hoarse tone ‘never forget rule number nineteen’.  The memory almost drowned out the current sound, the low rumbling growls and yelps of the coyotes as they were somewhere not far behind.  His rippedContinue reading “Five Sentence Fiction – Nineteen”