Night is here. Isobel is alone in the house, her house which she loves. Yet she feels insecure because her husband is not here, away working at night when he should be laying beside her, sleeping; the sound of his breathing a comfort and a gentle rhythm to entice sleep.
But instead, she hears the house groaning and creaking under the blanket of darkness where she strains her ears just to make sure, strains her eyes against the dark for a hint of an unwanted shadow. .
Isobel is more awake now in the middle of the night, eyes wide, listening . . . . . imagining . . . . . worrying . . . . . until finally sleep drifts in, fighting successfully against her fears and winning; the sound of her heavy breathing a sign that at long last she is at peace with the night.
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