Make Up Mondays, Editon 1 – Waves

Good Day Everyone!

So something occurred to me the other day as I was going through my blog posts. I realized that I have several drafts that were never published for various reasons… whether I never finished the story, or the challenge/competition I was writing for ended before I could publish it, etc. It made me sad to see all these characters, stories and tid bits that never saw the light of a blog post. So I thought I would create a  new event called, Make Up Mondays. It’s kind of like in school when you’d have a “make up” assignment for a lesson you missed. On Mondays, to start off the week in a fun way, I’ll post some of my “make up” content that’s sitting in my drafts.

If this is something that sounds fun to you, feel free grab the badge below and incorporate Make Up Mondays in your own blog. Then let me know about it… I’d love to read your Make Up work 🙂

To kick it off, here is something I wrote for a Five Sentence Fiction challenge, but I didn’t get to post it before the time frame ended.

Enjoy! And Happy Writing!

The black rocks chill my bare feet as the water recedes farther from the shore; each pull of the tide shoves yet another leg of distance between us.

Who was I trying to fool, thinking this world of air and dry land would ever accept something like me?

“They will always hunt me, and I can’t put you in danger anymore,” I try to explain to the man I’ve fallen in love with–the only person I can’t bear to lose.

“Please, don’t go,” he pleads, knowing his efforts are futile.

“I”ll always love you,” I say as I draw one last deep breath of salty air, submit to the fin that forms where my foreign legs used to be, and dive into my familiar watery home.

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Five Sentence Fiction – Breakfast

Carlo pulled in a long gulp of his black Italian coffee and feigned interest in the newspaper that hid his face from view—all but his eyes, which were simultaneously aware of the cafe’s entrance and his mark seated two tables away.

His person of interest had ordered his usual, a breakfast blend coffee and toasted bagel, but something was wrong.

Carlo had been doing this long enough to know when he’d been made.

The man abruptly rose from his seat, coffee still steaming and bagel untouched, and nearly tripped in his haste to reach the exit.

If Carlo was going to make his move, it had better be now… time for breakfast.

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This is my entry into this week’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge over at lilliemcferrin.com