Once again, Lillie McFerrin hosts Five Sentence Fiction where, based on a one-word prompt (Frozen is this week’s word), writers from all over will create a story in five sentences. After reading my entry below, please click > HERE < for the rest. Enjoy!!!
Dear Readers – I believe we are drawing Carolyn’s adventures to a close. I am thinking this segment and a couple of others will form section seven of the long story and section eight will be the close. I can’t guarantee that as Carolyn more or less tells me what to write. I would have written the story below with a different ending, but I am being guided by Carolyn and it’s her story. Enjoy and feel free to comment.
Five Sentence Fiction
By Scott L Vannatter
Losing Jordan had been horrible, especially the manner in which she knew he had died at the paws of the night crawlers, however, to lose Billy also would be nearly more than she could, mentally, handle; her emotions were frozen.
Billy, dear little Billy, lay on the cold road with his head in Carolyn’s hands, shaking and she could only wait for the allotted time to pass and see if first symptoms developed.
They had remained still for about two hours when Billy’s joints grew stiff and his head became hot with a few drops of blood running from his nose; Carolyn knew those symptoms well; the boy was infected.
She began to cry and continued to do so for almost half an hour before acknowledging she only had about thirty more minutes to act like a responsible adult and caring mother.
Carolyn slipped the hunting knife out of the holster, brought the tip to bear under the ribs toward the heart and with a deep breath did what needed to be done out of kindness before returning to a full hour of wailing the call for the Ferryman to take this beautiful, loving child across the Styx.