Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 4

“Don’t move!” she growled more than spoke.

Coming from inside the black helmet, her voice was different…harsher, older, and more gravelly than he remembered, but Jack knew with every searing nerve ending in his body that it could only be her.

 

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He thought of the last time he held her and for a moment he imagined that instead of the acrid taste and smell of his own burning flesh, he could taste her mouth, smell her hair, and feel the green damp of the summer grass beneath them cooling the flame of passion on their skin as they lay staring at the sky. He remembered how she threw back her head and laughed out loud when he told her the earth moved every time she kissed him, and of how the sparkle in her laughing eyes turned to terror seconds later when they felt the fateful collision.

“As long as I draw breath,” he had told her, “nothing will keep me from you.”

As he took what he knew might very well be his final breaths, he turned slowly to face her, praying she would recognize him.

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Want more? Catch up here…

The Lie, Part 1

The Lie, Part 2

The Lie, Part 3

And then continue here…

Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 5

Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 6

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This has been a Six Sentence Story.

Six Sentence

Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.

This week’s prompt was DRAW.

Author: Lisa @ The Meaning of Me

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find their adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

28 thoughts on “Six Sentence Stories – The Lie, Part 4”

    1. I usually try to be much more like Hemingway, Carol – the long sentence is generally not my style. Given my six sentence limitation, though, it had to be done.
      I think in the re-working of this (because I’m certain this will be turned into something larger now) I’ll probably chop that baby right up! 😀 Or maybe not…

    1. The question is, I suppose, what’s the reality? And what’s the near-reality? And what is the virtual reality?

      I kind of love this story, too, and I have no idea where it’s coming from. I only did the first one on a dare from my Husband. 😀

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