Friday, 8 June 2012

Five Sentence Fiction: Lost


The music faded and the gramophone’s needle scratched the inner vinyl waiting patiently to be lifted and placed in its cradle, its scratching annoyed the woman who sighed over by the French windows.
She leaned on her walker and stared out beyond the lawns at the dappled shade beneath the beech tree; the wind sighed with her and sent a flutter through the crispy autumn leaves.
A light breeze edged in past the sliding doors and tickled her calves, her nylon dress stretched over her hunched back exposing pale knees and wrinkled stockings as she moved to another place.
In her mind she leaned back, coquettishly, against another tree, a similar tree, and a man, clean-shaven and earnest, whispered in her ear his words wandering, even now, through her body and she exhaled noisily, her chest creaking and wheezy.
Her body, long past its best, gripped the plastic handles of her walking frame and her cardigan hung as loose as her sagging skin, but her mind, as bright as the proverbial button, lost itself amid an onslaught of memories...


12 comments:

  1. Nice one; sad but sweet reflections on the past. Well done.

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  2. Ah, so beautiful.And what memories she will have. xxxx

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  3. Memories keep the best and worst of our lives alive. I love that she has these memories of love and passion and still relishes them.

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  4. Ah, wistful recollections of love help to sustain her ... beautiful!

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  5. I think of this often lately...how our bodies, as we age, will never keep pace with our memories of more able times. Cruel and beautiful at once. Your passage is visual, and beautifully done.


    Mine is here: www.thejadedlens.com/2012/06/08/Francesca

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  6. Such beautiful descriptions! Memories can be a precious thing to hold on to. Nice work!

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  7. Simply beautiful. I always look forward to your submissions.

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  8. Your descriptions are so good, and the subject full of nostaligia. Having worked with the elderly much of my career, I especially liked this one.

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  9. Kudos to you. Beautifully written. 5 stars for your lovely, gentle descriptions. Sad and bittersweet. Here's mine:
    www.triplemoonstar.blogspot.com

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  10. Thank you for all your comments about this piece. Memories are so important and losing mine would be the worst thing possible... This prompt has brought up so many ideas of loss, including losing one's memories, but that was too painful to write about, so I made sure my character had hers to cling on to!

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  11. So lovely and filled with such detail. Just beautiful, Lisa!! :)

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  12. Memories are a wonderful gift! I love how hers are ignited by music. I'm always amazed how music can take me back to a time and place so effortlessly.

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