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Five Sentence Fiction - Shiver...

Oh hello!

I can't believe the weekend has come and gone already! I took a couple of the boys to a birthday party on Saturday and we stayed far too late (sorry Jayne)! Then yesterday my brother came for an impromptu visit and he stayed far too late (which is why I'm apologising to Jayne - last night I realised how tired people might not say they're tired and visitors might not realised that while their visit has been lovely, it needs to come to a conclusion)!

I've promised myself this week will be the week of the 'deep clean' in this house. Today we've been grocery shopping and I'm already ready for a nap. I will push on though!

Tomorrow I'll be posting my regular 10 Things Tuesday (so, now you have prior warning and time to write your own list and link up!) and will be extolling the virtues of tattoos in the wake of a disturbing piece I read before the weekend about women's body being temples which must not be defiled by ink... Stay tuned!

Right now though, I'm going to try and be a bit writerly and crank up the creative juices for Lillie McFerrins Five Sentence Fiction - if you want to join in the fun click the button below and follow the instructions! This week's prompt is the word Shiver.

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. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.

This week: SHIVER


Nelly gazed down at her little boy, she'd heard babies were supposed to look like their father when they were born, but Damien looked like her dad. Nelly didn't mind; her dad was awesome, if Damien had even some of his granddad's charisma and good humour, he would do well in life. There was a faint knock on the door to Nelly's hospital room. 'Sweetheart, your mum is here, can she come in?' Nelly heard her boyfriend say in an odd faraway voice. Nelly watched her mum enter the room in what seemed like slow motion, she looked pale and had been crying, 'It's your dad...' she said before bursting into tears.


The circle of life and a knowing shiver. Liked this Sif :))
Angie Richmond said…
Great concept :)
I really like this, Sif, the dreamy perspective of the new mother and then the shock happening in slow motion. great story in 5 sentences!
Lisa Shambrook said…
Now this one really did make me goosebumps. Great writing!

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