Five sentence stories

Month: December, 2013

The encounter

Two hitchhikers sit under an overpass.

“Life is three F’s my friend. Feeding. Fighting -”

A car pulls up before he can finish.



She stood watering the lilies barefoot in a white maternity dress. Her eyes dug miles downward, boring somewhere deep past the fat ploshes of water and her shadow on the grass, the tang of wet earth, the musk of her cigarette…

Her husband spotted her from the window.

“Honey you’re killing them. Would you stop already?”