Somewhere along the road, at exactly what hour into the road trip I’m not sure, I began to realize how little I needed him in my life. It was fun for the first few months but then things began to go terribly wrong. What I thought was a loving and caring man turned into a monster who demanded everything from me and giving nothing in return. We agreed to a vacation in the mountains to work out our differences.
Halfway to our destination he decided that the run down motel on this lonely road would do for our purposes. After checking in we went to our room and he slammed the door. That was the beginning of my hell. The last thing I remembered was being slammed into the wall with such force that I passed out.
Waking up this morning, without him, suddenly filled me with a sense of a new beginning in my life. Raising myself to the window ledge I vowed never again. This too shall pass. From now on it will be one day at a time.
As Paulo and Hilal are departing from Moscow it’s late in the evening so it could be very dark and I think they didn’t saw the Volga that night, maybe they did saw it reflecting the lights of the TSR or the moon … we don’t know, but what we know is that they crossed for sure the Volga.
Our journey continues and we will go deeper into the Soviet Union the next days and weeks, but it is for sure an adventure …
Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week she will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. Poem written in the American Sentence style.
Story about someone born with one kidney and after many years of dialysis keeps fighting until the end.
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
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I remember our first date. How could I forget? It was MY first date. You were a minister’s daughter. My mom was pleased. I picked you up to attend a concert. You slid in right beside me. You placed your hand inside my legs. Remember bench seats? Thirty years married when I started to wear pink. Now I can hardly remember. The memory fails each day. Now it’s one day at a time. The kids keep telling me:
“Try and penetrate with our limited means the secrets of nature and you will find that, behind all the discernible concatenations, there remains something subtle, intangible and inexplicable. Veneration for this force beyond anything that we can comprehend is my religion. To that extent I am, in point of fact, religious.” Albert Einstein
Fatima is a village in Portugal. It is a civil parish in the municipality of Ourém, in the Portuguese Centro region. With a population of 11,538 inhabitants in 2011, the parish actually encompasses several villages and localities … Wikipedia
It is most famous for the annual pilgrimage to the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. Today pilgrimage to the site goes on all year round and additional chapels, hospitals and other facilities have been constructed. The principal pilgrimage festivals take place on the thirteenth day of each month, from May to October, on the anniversaries of the original appearances. The largest crowds gather on 13 May and 13 October, when up to a million pilgrims have attended to pray and witness processions of the statue of Our Lady of Fátima, both during the day and by the light of tens of thousands of candles at night.