Catch Up With A Mate

Lillie McFerrin’s wondeful blog Five Sentence Fiction( http://lilliemcferrin.com), encourages you to write just that….5 sentences to a weekly word prompt…Here is my contribution.

Word Prompt- Accident

It’s no accident your reading this, I don’t blame you…curisosity would get the better of me too.

I’ve done it again, another victim, bringing the grand total to 7….but there will be more.

I’ve been at large in the community for 8 months, got the police completely baffled, this latest stunt, hacking into the local newspapers online website will only bide me more time…While divert man hours into trying to figure out how I hacked the system…I can get back to work

My advise, be on guard, don’t walk alone at night after dark and sleep with a night-light on for comfort.

Yes, it’s no accident your reading this, I’ve got the attention of the whole community, got you right were I want you…watch this space.

Word prompt- Festival

Part of her sons school homework had been to research the definition of the word ‘ festival’.

Though there were numerous dictionary meanings, her son had decided that festival was best defined as ‘ gaiety, revelry, merrymaking’.

What she loved most about this research project was the affect it had had on her 10-year-old.

He had insisted that each morning , breakfast would become a festival, a time for ‘merrymaking’.

Balloons decorated the dining room, streamers had been strung from window to window, music played, and most importantly, laughter and chatter filled the air as the family ate their cereal and toast.

An inner battle raged…it had for as long as he could remember.

The torment, suffering, despair, anger, above all grief, was at times, overwhelming.

He did not, had never felt strong enough to face his demons head on.

But as the sun broke through his bedroom window on that ordinary Autumn morning, it seemed a good a day as any to set in motion the healing process which would conquer, and ultimately overcome his fears.

Step one…..get out of bed.

Word prompt : Whisper

‘ Can you hear him?’ whispered Jack to his sister Juliette ‘ He’s here, he is REALLY here!!’

Juliette smiled her all-knowing smile, at 11 years of age she no longer believed in Santa Claus, but Jack on the other hand….

She lowered her head over the side of the top bunk bed and peered into the sleeping quarters of her little brother, wide-eyed and awake despite the fact it was nearing midnight.

‘ Exciting isn’t it!’ she said as Jack did his best to contain his excitement by rearranging the bed linen for the hundredth time that evening.

Out in the living room, ‘ Santa Claus’ placed beautifully wrapped presents under the Christmas tree for Jack and Juliette, filled the children’s Santa stockings with sweets, before retiring to the kitchen to stack the dishwasher and set the breakfast table.

Word Prompt: Cherish

The morning bus ride to work.

A young school boy, tall,slender, having gone through another growth spurt over the summer vacation..his school pants failing to cover the entire length of his legs, travels with the bus full of city workers.

This kid is a stand out, unlike the people dressed in varying shades of black and grey, who stare vacantly off into the distance, the kids eyes are bright and full of promise.

Without fail, each day as he alights the bus, the silence is shattered by the thanks his gives the bus driver.

I live to hear that ‘ thank you’, I cherish the moment those simple words are spoken, I enjoy my bus ride to work all the more when that young boy reminds me that the simplest of gestures can make the world of difference.

Word Prompt: Purple

‘Red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue’

She has successfully got the all of Kindergarten singing in time, in tune to ‘ I can sing a Rainbow’, holding up colour cards to for those who needed extra guidance…it was after all, the class’s first assembly in front of the whole school.

‘ I can sing a Rainbow, sing a Rainbow, sing a Rainbow too’

‘ Listen with your eyes, listen with your eyes and sing everything you see’

She was so proud of her little class, they had the entire school captivated, even the grisly Principle was whistling in time with this childhood classic….mission accomplished!

Word Prompt: Ringing

She had never dared dream it possible to feel this happy.

The words he had spoken to her last night were responsible for this mornings  giddy feeling, lightness of being, butterfly stomach.

Three words and her whole world had been turned upside down, the ground beneath her had become unsteady, every certainty shattered as a new truth was revealed.

The sound of his voice was with her today, ringing in her ears, reassuring her that is wasn’t a dream, this was really happening.

‘ I love you’…and sitting in her garden, soaking up the summer sun, it truly was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

Word Prompt : Inspire

A morning stroll, a woman prunes a garden hedge with secateurs, sharp silver blades making a ‘snip, snip’ sound as green foliage falls to the footpath.

For the passer-by, the scene evokes fond childhood memories, of a much loved fairy story, about a beautiful man, with a creative soul and sensitive nature…with scissors for hands.

That evening, the passer-by dusts off her DVD copy of Edward Scissorhands and settles in for a night of pure escapism.

And though the she had watched the movie countless times, when the credits rolled, cool tears trickle down her cheeks.

She understands them to be happy tears, as just like her childhood hero, love that had been long been missing from her life had finally arrived, illuminating everything.

Word Prompt : Blue

Blue was her favourite colour….At school in art class, she often painted entire landscapes, the sky, the trees, even the sun in varying shades of the colour.

Her favourite song, she had stumbled across by accident, when rummaging through her Mother’s record collection…’ Midnight Blue’ by Lou Gramm .

Though she did not understand the meaning of the lyrics, she loved the idea that the midnight sky , the time of night she found scariest, could be likened to the colour most perfect.

For months on end, years even, she had suffered nightmares, dark, violent images, in black, reds and greys.

Since playing Mr Gramm’s song before bed, her dreams had begun to take on a soft blue hue, peace had been restored, testament that blue was indeed the greatest colour in the WORLD!!

Ending : a fitting word prompt as we farewell the year 2012, and get ready to herald in 2013.

Happy New Year Catch up with a Mate readers!! xx

Something inside her, at the very core of her being, had died.

She had plummeted into a deep depression, and spent months on end mourning this loss.

The person she had been, the person people had liked, loved even, was gone…replaced by something new,someone new.

When she emerged from her sadness , she was a brighter, shinier, bolder version of her old self…a person who openly expressed opinions, feelings, thoughts and ideas.

Never before had she felt so alive or scared of life‘s possibilities…above all never had she so strongly believed that time old cliché that with every ending, comes the opportunity for new beginnings.