Never Forever Lost
By Laura McHale Holland
It’s in her closet behind the blue Midnight in Paris relic, maybe, or in the sand beneath barefoot dancers on the beach. But then, it could be behind her ear, waiting for the right magician to come along.
Her heart beats, her sweat flows, her lips tremble, her eyes close. Gone. Not forever, though, never forever lost joy.
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I didn’t think I’d post a story this week, but I got inspired by Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction challenge. I used the picture she posted there, too. I will welcome your comments on this.
And I’m still looking forward to stories that take off from the sentence I posted yesterday, which was: She knew right away the stamps were no good – no good for mailing anyway.
Two people have posted terrific stories already. I hope you’ll take a look and contribute one of your own.