What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate can write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, and is just for direction. This week: GRIEF
She had had to work so hard, washing, scrubbing, mopping in other’s houses all her life, to raise two girls, put them through college when she could ill afford it, and also get them married to suitable grooms as per custom.
Now, her children were ashamed of the way she looked, dressed and spoke.
She sat curled up, remembering harsh words, her grief overflowing sunken eyes, and trickling down gaunt cheeks.
Someone touched her shoulder then, and she looked up, only to have her face licked clean of all tears by a soft pink tongue, while a paw rested protectively on her shoulder.
Kuttan’s wagging tail stated clearly that it did not matter to him if she looked haggard, was slovenly or spoke like the illiterate she was.
©Shail Mohan 2014