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Five Sentence Fiction – Waiting – “Abandoned” PG13, Romantic Sorrow

Five Sentence Fiction and Lillie McFerrin go well together.  Her word prompt for this week: waiting. Mine is below the pic from her site.  Click > Here < for the rest of the stories.  Enjoy!!!

Waiting

“Abandoned”

Scott L Vannatter – 8/22/14

Mariella sat, umbrella opened in hand, on a common black trunk, all three getting soaked from the downpour on the railroad loading platform.

As wet as she was, her cheeks were getting wetter as her hot, salty tears poured down, mixing with the freshwater rain and dissolving into oblivion.

The trainmaster left his post to walk out in the drenching liquid, march over to her, and tap the poor, sad woman on the shoulder.

“Miss, there are no more arrivals today since the big quake in ‘Frisco and all.”

She quietly nodded, turning back and looking again toward the city which held her hopes and her fiancé.

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Namaste,

Scott L Vannatter

Flash Friday – “The Reason” – 04/11/14 – Rated PG

Rebekah Postupak hosts Flash Friday this week.  The prompt of “A Missed Deadline” is suppose to refer to the lateness of last week’s results being posted.  Read mine below and the rest > HERE <.  Enjoy!!!

Source: Mill Creek Watershed 1949. Public domain photo by Helmut Buechner.

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The Reason (160 Words)

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“Storm brewing, Dear.” Magnificence spoke over his shoulder to his lovely wife, Contessa. She knew the weather was bad; she had consulted the Oracle. Not that he would believe her now. Of course, the real problem was the literary entries. The storm would bring down most of the communication routes as well as simply making it very difficult to read the entries. Several of the copies had been blurred by early water falls.

“I hear you, Dear. Would you be so kind as to move the wood nearer the fire place?”

“I will gladly do so, but it’s already quite wet from yesterday’s downpour.”

Contessa sighed loudly, shaking her blonde hair out of her eyes and covering while she wiped the tears away.

“It’s only a simple contest. It should not be this hard,” she sniffed.

“What was that, Dear?”

“Nothing. I said I wondered if the rain will be as hard.” She stood and walked slowly from the tower.

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Namaste,

Scott

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Flash Friday – Photo Prompt – 295-305 Words – “Away” PG13

After reading my story below, click on the picture to see the rest of the collection.

“Away”

By Scott L Vannatter

It was not the same as with the others.  I told myself that as I watched Ezmerelda start across the old wooden bridge.  Her sandals patted the wood slats with a softness instead of the pounding I heard most often.  I grew slightly dizzy gazing at her departing stride, her back facing me, almost mocking me.

“I am leaving!  Do you care?” it seemed to scream at me.  My mind yelled back, “Yes!  Please don’t go!  Stay with me forever!” though I said no such thing.  Actually, I stood in stupefied silence.  The girl of my dreams was leaving.  In a few more steps she would be on the other side and out of my life forever.  I was not certain I could handle that event.  I was nearly sure I could not.

I brought my hands up to my head, covering my ears with my palms and leaving my fingers free to tear at my hair.  I took half a step toward her.  Before I could take the second step and touch the bridge, I heard the “Harrumph” from Our Lady of the Star, Sister Jocine.  I stopped.  I knew I could not follow.  It would not be right, and I was not sure if it was even possible.

I looked at the Sister.  She nodded she understood, but followed it with a curt and deliberate shake to make sure I understood.  I did.  I turned my head back around and saw Ezmerelda was just a few feet from the other side.

As she got to the very end of the bridge and started to fade, she turned, looked at me, and threw a kiss.

“Bye, Mommy!  Don’t worry.  I will be back when I am all done with living.”  With that she stepped over and back into life.

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Namaste,

Scott

To Katy

My great aunt, Katherine, treated me like her son.  Her death weighed heavy on my young heart.  It never really occurred to me that I knew 5 of my great grandparents and 3 were around into my mid-teens.  My mamaw cried the day I got married.  When papaw asked her why, she told him that we were so young.  He then reminded her that when she was that age, she was married with a 5 year old.

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To Katy

By Scott L Vannatter

7/22/85

I wasn’t there when she passed away.

I wish I had been so that just one more time

I could tell her I love her.

She had treated me as her own, giving me all

and asking none.  I feel so selfish sometimes when

I think of that, and it hurts.

She leaves behind a great-uncle, someone who

will miss her most of all

and that hurts, too.

Death seems a random dictator

commanding an audience long before

all are ready.

I see the pain all around the parlor

and think why? She doesn’t hurt why should we?

Then I miss her smile again and once more I hurt.

The cemetery does not look so uninviting.

The air is clear and fresh and the flowers show

that life goes on for most if not for all.

They’ve dug the wrong plot?  Well, we’re all

human, and you know she would have been the first to laugh,

“Going out in style,” she would’ve said.

You make me angry leaving like this, unannounced.

But the hurt overcomes the anger,

and the love overcomes the hurt.

You can’t bury memories and so the love goes on.

I will miss you

but I will not forget.

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Namaste,

Scott

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