It was a black hole of a night, sheets of rain engulfing the old Ford pick-up as Kate and her old chum Tully made their way up the mountainside to the cabin where Kate planned to do a lot of thinking about her life and her marriage.
The rain dripped through a rusted spot above the windshield and onto the sling cradling her broken arm.
She ignored it, her mind on how close she’d come to being caught by her husband, home a day early from his trip—no doubt filled with remorse and carrying roses—her clairvoyance useless when it came to him and his tumultuous nature; he wouldn’t understand her need to get away.
Suddenly she was swamped with guilt and a miasma of confusion, inhibiting her ability to “see” what she would so clearly have seen otherwise: the downed sign, the washed out bridge ahead and the hundred-foot plunge into the river below.
But then she felt a surge of power, an inner strength that must have been building with each mile she journeyed away from her husband, and she was filled with a certainty she hadn’t known since meeting him.
“Stop!” she cried, “the bridge is out ahead.”
Good establishment of the mood and environment. That her abusive husband had been slowly killing the very essence of who she was comes through very strongly.
Thanks Jayne! Yes, exactly what I was going for.
I really like this! Never heard of 5-sentence fiction before — super-flash fiction, lol — but enjoyed what you were able to do with so few words. 🙂
It’s my second attempt at 5-Sentence Fiction and I’m finding myself enjoying it, well, once I get the thing going. Thanks for stopping by.
Nice build up there, and a comprehensive understanding of their relationship in a few sentences. Well done.
Thanks so much for your comments.
Yes, it was good to see her ‘vision’ returning with every step away from him… enjoyed it.
Thanks so much Lisa for stopping by.
I love the thought of her power increasing with distance from what obviously had been draining her.
Exactly!! Thanks, Andrew.
This story sings with survival . . .
Ooh, yes, indeed. Thanks Deborah.