She knew the signs: his knuckles slowly getting whiter, his steps a little slower, his eyes narrowing to the pitiless concentration of the street fighter. But he was so young, and yet always ready, his fists tight in his pockets: how could she not admire him, her virgin champion... He, had only eyes for her, … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Words
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#FiveSentenceFiction: Lost
The School The long corridors were dark and threatening, and he was so small: the tall windows did not let any light in, the ancient floors creaked menacingly. He clinched his fists, thought of his mother, of the sweetness of being close to her, and, now, of the pain of being so far away - … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Lost
