Five Sentence Fiction – Sparks


I struck the rocks together, again, and again, and again, until my hands were numb and shaking from the effort and the cold. The meager pile of dry twigs and leaves I’d been able to assemble shivered in the wind that was howling out of the north, desperate to end their existence in flame just for a chance to be warm. There was a beauty in the void, the barren lands of my family’s farm covered with a light coating of snow, brown remnants of what once had been food poking through in the places swept clean by the never-ending gale. The tornadoes this fall had taken care of our house, and my wife had packed up what was left to bring the kids to her folks’ place until…well, until. But this land was mine, and all I needed was a little fire.


3 Responses to “Five Sentence Fiction – Sparks”

  1. Good story, l like the way you used the prompt word 🙂

  2. It’s a wonderful but sad story. I’m sure it can be a great short story.

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