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.
This week: Composure
Face to face
The sweat trickled slowly down Sally’s back, making her feel more uncomfortable than she already was; if that was possible. Her palms were clammy and her mouth claggy like a whole chocolate muffin had been shovelled in but Sally hadn’t eaten since last night; her nerves wouldn’t let her which was silly as she’d done this a thousand times before.
The clock hand headed slowly towards one and she stood up, adjusting her shirt and tucking a stray hair behind her ear as the large wooden door opened. Imagining Audrey Hepburn (her idol) she walked in purposeful and tall, her soft shoes not making a sound but her breathing fast and heavy as she afforded a glance around the room and her eyes locked with the reason she was there; his steel blue eyes still vacant of any expression, remorse or even life, staring through her like he did that summer’s afternoon when she turned up on his door step. . .
A moment later she was rolling around the floor; the last words she heard fading like the light of day . . . ‘Urgent assistance required, officer down’ as PC Sally Smith had just been doing her job; just like now in court room number five.