She will object, but she did invite me in. No one ever looks out for me, yet I am there for her, always.

She doesn’t want me now, though, I’m the lone witness of her suffering, her companion when the world turns its back on her. Nevertheless, she tries to get rid of me.

I wonder if it is her suffocated sniffles or my own strangled whimpers that will finally be heard!


I am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt WITNESS. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Witness as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours

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