Ringing 5 Sentence Fiction

This a second entry for Ringing on 5 sentence fiction for my hopelessly romantic friend. She didn't like my Undead story. So to keep my No 1 Fan happy, I have written this for her. I hope this is up your street Jan. xxx  

A hopeless romantic, Jan’s heart leapt nearly out of her mouth as the church bells rang out; it wasn't anyone she knew getting married but the thought of someone having the best day of their lives thrilled her.

She hurried home and rummaged for the photo albums; her wedding so long ago that digital wasn't even a word let alone a concept.

Turning each delicate page, Jan stared at the familiar faces looking back at her, wide grins, sparkling eyes and dancing hearts which after twenty five years were still dancing to the same tune.

Yes, her husband joked about doing less time for murder and when was he going to be out on parole but that’s what they were- jokes; he was her soul mate, her partner in crime, her best friend and she would never tire of his lame jokes, his face or even his tired whinging when she spent too much money.

The church bells were still ringing and Jan hoped the couple would last longer than Jordan and take their vows seriously but mostly she hoped they married for love like she did twenty five years ago and still feeling it now as strong as ever.

   

  

Ringing 5 Sentence Fiction

Ruby lay in her bunk, reading a magazine she had found on her latest scavenge; a few months old, the puzzles already completed but something to read none the less even if it was covered in dried blood splatters.

She had taken extra care (as always) not to be seen or followed but it wasn't difficult as she was the  quickest scavenger; sticking to the shadows, nimble and silent, looking for anything that would make her life easier and more bearable.

Living in the tunnels was not ideal but it was all they had and the band of humans was increasing daily bringing with it more technology and weapons, more ideas and more bodies to try and fight and attack; but it also brought sympathisers and slaves of the Undead who would sacrifice their own souls and that of the camp for their Undead masters.

Turning the page she was faced with a picture of David Beckham looking tanned and gorgeous but that was such a long time ago for now he was Undead, lusting after flesh, blood and souls which was ironic as before the Undead came, Ruby would have given David Beckham the lot.

A ringing echoed throughout the camp and Ruby threw her magazine down, grabbing her weapon knowing it meant the perimeter had been breached; she was ready to face her enemy with their unseeing eyes and their unsatisfying hunger but were they ready for her? 

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week http://lilliemcferrin.com/  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.