What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie 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.
I’ve missed a few Five Sentence Fictions as other aspects of life have taken over. Shame on me for letting the writing side dip when it is so important to me! Anyway, who could resist this week’s prompt; Pirates! I’m now all at sea thinking of Jack Sparrow! And may have to watch him in action later. . . .
There was not an ounce of respite from the unforgiving sun as its rays beat down as the palm trees surrounding him stood motionless like soldiers on century duty. Their leaves teased Luke that they could give some shade but as he dug deep in the fine golden sands, his skin began to blister in the searing heat despite the bronzed glow he had from months at sea. Desperation took hold as the hole became so deep, Luke could not be seen; if he couldn’t find it . . . he would be digging his own grave.
“That’s a fine whole you’re a digging’ came the unmistakable voice Luke had feared; looking up, his fear confirmed as the Captain stared down through masses of black, matted hair matching the unruly beard.
With resolve disappearing fast, Luke swung the spade knowing it would be his last act on this earth but it resisted as it hit the sand, making an unmistakeable clunk; the Captain’s cracked face broke into a wicked smile showing teeth as black as his beard as he murmured ‘Lucky . . . . . for now Master Luke, lucky for now.’