Five Sentence Fiction: Beauty

Photograph by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
Ice shimmered across the road and his feet struggled to stay upright; he winced as the stony trail threatened to cut through his thin soles and carve into the blisters holding his feet together. Bony fingers, wrapped in bandages to protect against the fierce northern chill, grasped a tiny, glass ampoule, as if life depended on it. His trek was almost over, and the sun had almost vanished behind the needle spikes of mountains beyond the village, and he was almost home.
In a tiny cottage far inside the village, a candle shone in the window, and the light in the traveller’s weary eyes flickered with the fullness of midday sun as he pushed through the doorway.  His blackened fingers held the flask steady as enchanted liquid slipped softly past her cracked lips; it only offered another mere few months, but he’d make that trek over, and over, and over, if it gave his wife even another single moment. 

I haven’t done  Five Sentence Fiction for a bit, but who can resist a word like Beauty? There is so much beauty around us, do we recognise it?

Check out all the other pieces at Lillie’s Five Sentence Fiction… 

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7 thoughts on “Five Sentence Fiction: Beauty

  1. andyswordsandpictures

    Lisa great to see you numbered among the FSF-ers. A beautiful tale and eloquently told. I love the image of the rough trail threatening "to cut through his thin soles and carve into the blisters holding his feet together." I hope you are less of a stranger, I always enjoy your pieces…

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