Thursday 18 September 2014

Five Sentence Fiction - Grief

This weeks Five Sentence Fiction photo pulled at my heart strings and a story had to be written.


He knew he didn’t fit, and would never belong - not in this world. He was shunned and ousted, rejected from all corners - even from those that were suppose to protect and care for him.

And every morning he would wake and put on the mask of indifference that gave him strength. And he would hold his head up and face them, striding through his day as though he were one of them.

But sometimes, when the night drew in and the endless dark of loneliness descended, he would allow the mask to fall, and succumb to the pain; letting the hopelessness overwhelm him, while his body wracked with sobs of grief.  


  1. We all wear masks so sad and so misunderstood.

  2. This could be the start of a great novel! I can see several different paths from this beginning.