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 your five sentences, just use it for direction. This week’s word: CONFUSION

 

He had followed the instructions to the letter all through and now stood perplexed, staring at the identical looking cottages with even the madhumati creeper climbing the wall to the roof, looking exactly the same.

There was no one around to ask which of the two belonged to the beautiful girl he met the previous day while trekking, who had walked part of the way with him and invited him home.

He took a few steps to the right, stopped undecided and then hesitantly walked up the path that went to the house on the left.

The owner of the fiery red eyes watching from behind the curtains of the cottage to the right, grunted in annoyance and turned away, reluctantly accepting that her twin had won the day.

There was always next time she thought, instantly transforming her fearsome self to that of a pretty young woman before going in search of fresh prey to lure.

 

 

Note: This prompt is of last week. I couldn’t post it on time because I was visitng my son. I have decided to post it anyways, though I cannot post to the linky on the FSF page.

Trivia: On the last day of my visit, I had to log on to the net to book meals for my return flight and so decided to try and beat the deadline for the FSF challenge. As soon as I finished writing, there was a Loud Noise and then Total Darkness. Considering I was hobnobbing with fiery-eyed and mean man-eating demons, I was a bit spooked, Especially when the son did not answer my calls, five in all. Each time my voice went up an octave, in surprise, indignation and perhaps a little unnerved at the unnatural silence. Where WAS the boy?! Why wasn’t he answering?! I had just seen him walk into the bedroom only a few minutes back. He couldn’t have fallen asleep so quickly! I know it is silly (don’t you dare laugh!) and least probable, but the she-demon from my story was what came to my mind just then. New place, new surroundings. I had no idea where the match-box was, if there were candles around (there weren’t, by the way) and my cell phone was in the bedroom. At the risk of walking into walls/furniture I got up to investigate and almost collided with the dining table. I gave one last loud desperate call when I got an answer. Yeah, he was in the bathroom and naturally couldn’t hear me. How stupid of me not to have thought of that! With the relief that flooded me just then, the room was also flooded with the reflected light from the apartments with generators and I could actually start seeing where I was going. Phew. So that’s it. I bet you never heard of one before of an author spooked by her own story! 😉

©Shail Mohan 2014