Tiny tale #4 Reflection

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The first rays of the morning sun gleamed across the ponds surface, giving the face he saw in the water an ethereal glow. He looked frantically all around him, yet could spot no one to associate with that reflection. Was it him? Free of past burdens? 

Tiny tale #3 Dance

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A fast, foot tapping  number belted out the jukebox. She felt light as a feather, as he twirled her round and round in dizzying circles. She felt alive and and on top of the world. The music stopped and he brought her wheelchair to a halt.

Tiny tale # 2 Fear

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She sat uncomfortably perched on the bar stool. Her grey-green eyes squinted in discomfort, adjusting to the blinking disco lights. Why did I ever agree to come here? she cursed herself mentally.
Was that him? She froze in panic as he inched nearer.

Tiny tale #1 Animal

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Dread filled her heart every time the full moon rose in all its glory in the sky.

His sweet natured self, turned into something unfathomable and evil.

She wondered who she was living with and why? 

Five Sentence Fiction- Spunk

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Mary tossed and turned, sweating, the duvet scrunched at her feet despite the soothing hum of the air conditioner.

She sighed loudly and mentally began ticking off her checklist for the hundredth time.

Hearing four loud chimes from the grandfather clock, she darted up awake, alert and anxious, like a deer being chased by a lion.

Making her way to the kitchen she set the tea pot to boil, taking in deep calming breaths.

She fingered the red and white board with a wry smile that read "SPUNK & BITE" that the decorators would put this morning before the grand launch of her restaurant, hoping everything would go well.

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Misty Eyes

Fresh drops

Precious pearls

Gently pooling

Hazy eyes reflected

In the morning dew

Spirals of time

An ashen face and tried eyes, swollen with the weight of un-shed tears gaze at the winding track, now overgrown by weeds.

In her minds eye she can see the spirals of smoke announcing the arrival of a much awaited train.

She can feel white droplets of dancing mist caress her face.

Her eyes keep searching for that familiar face, the love of her life.

Raven black hair have turned to snowy white- a lifetime of waiting.