Sunday, July 20, 2014

Stolen Moment

This post is for the "Five Sentence Fiction" exercise from the blog Lilith McFerrin Writes. You can find it here:

This word for this week was Rain.

The touch upon her skin was warm and gentle, sending shivers of ecstasy shooting through her very center making her wish that it could last forever.

It had been so long, this drought of sensation, leading her to soak in this stolen moment with near evangelical reverence.

She was so wet, dripping in the hope that there could be more, more depth, more often, just..more.

She lifted her face for the kiss knowing she didn't deserve these snatches of relief and release and then, hesitated, waiting for the abrupt end she knew was due.

With the slam of a screen door, the obscenity-laden directive to "get her sorry ass in the goddamn kitchen and put some supper on the table" led her to open her eyes and come in out of the rain.


  1. My gods, Sharon, the imagery... the feast for the senses... the ambiguous bits that leave us excited and thinking about all this depth.

    I LOVE this!

  2. It means a lot that you are left thinking about this! Thank you!

  3. This is bittersweet and cold as summer rain. A real work of word magic. I'll be keeping my eye out for more. Very impressive!

  4. So full of feeling and yearning and yes, such a tease! But you knew that, didn't you! *wink*

  5. Thank you so much, Narrator and Rhissanna! I appreciate your comments so very much. Comments like these make me anxious for the next prompt!

  6. This feels like the beginning of a sad song - or maybe a triumphant one. Yearning like that can't stay denied for long.

  7. Thank you so much, Kestril! It is a sad song. I worked for a county child protection team for a few years. It is a sad fact that spousal abuse is often found in homes where there is child abuse, also. It is a vicious circle whose cycle must be broken.