Two Sentence Stories

Four little words, locked tightly in her heart all these years, in part because of her stoic upbringing where a show of emotions was embarrassing to her parents, and another part due to her shy nature, suddenly escaped her lips with a fierce gentleness and a welling of relief.

“I love you dad,” now emerged from her heart and her mouth accompanied by the sad realization that these words that she longed to say all her life, would fall on deaf ears, for the dead don’t hear.

Everyone was attending to their own reports when the President reported to the body the company’s staggering losses. Unimpressed, the Chairman yawned, and it did not take long for him to doze off and made crazy sounds.

Lucy smiled as she tucked into the front pocket of her jeans the talisman that the clairvoyant had assured her would render powerless the malevolent forces that had thus far shaped her life. Absolved from blame she whistled as ignoring her aching wisdom teeth, she picked up her trusty pump action shotgun and with a renewed sense of optimism headed to the bank to discuss her cash flow problems with the manager.

Waiting in line at Burger King, hungry for food and hungry for her husband Steve, she daydreamed about how she would ravish him when they got home, while leaning into him with her head resting on his back but wondering why she could not smell his familiar scent.
Her eyes, suddenly caught by the handsome man who was now turned around and smiling questioningly at her, from 10 feet away, opened in wide surprise and embarrassment when she realized her mistake – that the smiling stranger was Steve.

If the door had been locked it might still have happened.
Regardless, things were now exactly as they shouldn’t have been.

As the Prima ballerina took a final bow at the last performance of her 40 year career, she reflected on the many prizes, accolades, awards, flowers and recognition she had received due to her excellent interpretations of all the classic and modern dances her company had made famous.
But a single tear ran down her cheek when she realized that because of her unbridled ambition, instead of going home to the house she had once shared with her one true love, she would spend the night entirely and heartrendingly alone.

After disposing of the body, Lance went into the kitchen to clean the area where the intruder had been killed. Satisfying himself that no traces remained, he put the flyswatter away and went back to dinner.

Melissa is posting crappy stories. Stop.