Five Sentence Fiction – Bliss
What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I 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: Bliss
Read my story, then click on the pic above to go to the list of the rest!!!
By Scott L Vannatter
Jondar loosed the steel-tipped arrow from his home-made bow and watched as it struck the last standing enemy warrior in the chest, bringing the two-year war with the East to a close and making him an official hero whose reward was to marry the most beautiful maiden in his village.
He began the two-week journey across the valleys and rivers to his home village of Morathon, where he would no longer have to work as a stable boy since becoming a hero and earning the right to own his own farm with animals and seeds for the first year provided by the people of the village he had risked his life for.
Arriving home, Jondar was greeted by the entire town, except for Sarenidy, whose hand he had won and whose lovely, curvaceous body he had thought about whenever he was not fighting; this beauty whom he had pledged would be his when he returned victorious was nowhere to be seen; he held his tongue but his anger rose even as his mother came up to hug him in tears.
“Jondar, I am so happy to see you, but sad with the news that Sarenidy fell ill with the croup and passed three days ago before we could get word to you.”
His anger was drowned by his sorrow and the knowledge his wedded bliss was not to be, though, as he looked around at all of the whispering maidens whose eyes eagerly met his with hope, he decided that, perhaps, his life of joy was not yet over, and he smiled as he approached the bevy of beautiful young women, one of which would be his wife soon.