The peaceful combination of birds and trickling streams filled the air. Despite this and the gentle breeze caressing the valley from the west, I couldn’t relax.
Paranoia froze my joints as the rifle rose to his shoulder, his eye enlarged in the sight. A deafening crack proceeded the pain.
The breeze now passed through me.
He wore black, she was a flowering spring bed. Dandruff fell on his shoulders as golden locks flowed like as waterfall on hers.
An odd couple if there ever was. A diamond in the rough or simply a rough chance?
The complexities of their relationship will never be understood by outsiders – beauty or beast.
Like an Aunty I didn’t see very often. We didn’t really know each other, but I knew where to find you when needed. All we had were passing moments, the brief encounters passed quickly.
I wish we had more time but I’m walking done to Pyrmont now, and there’s no rumble at my back.
For those not from Sydney or familiar with our streets. We used to have a monorail. It was largely useless and is now in the process of being removed. I didn’t think I cared, but something is missing from our streets.
Strapping the goggles to his head, Albert peered through the glass, sure he’d find the answers.
His reassured smile soon turned. With or without the goggles, the screen is still full of what seems to be hieroglyphics.
“I guess I’m too old for computers. What did he mean ‘find it through a goggle search’ anyway?”
In response to Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence fiction prompt
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