What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.
This week: STRENGTH
Her body was just hanging on by a thread, her skin had turned very pale and the only once of color left on her body were the color in her hair, even though that was slowly fading away too; but also her dark but clear brown eyes.
The doctors did all they could for her, now all they could do was keep her comfortable, she liked sitting by the window to look out and see the birds sitting on the roof of the buildings nearby, they had the will to fly away from their houses while she was forced to stay.
Somedays she stayed in her chair, even slept in it because she refused for anybody to move her out of it, but there were days she refused to let anyone in her room and refused to get out of bed altogether, she had given all hope for herself to get better.
One early morning, the sounds of a light violin echoed the halls of the hospital, she woke up and demanded to know who was playing it, but the nurses didn’t understand her because they didn’t hear any violin playing, as they went to tell her she began to hum to herself and smile happily, the nurses couldn’t break her heart after seeing her so happy.
Her late brother was violinist and the family had said whenever she’s sick and/or heavily sedated she swears he plays the tune he played for her when she was little, it always gave her joy but after everything had worn itself out the music stopped and she didn’t have anything to give her strength to go on, so they tried to play music anywhere she went, but this time she had created the music in her mind after being told they were not allowed to bring in live music.