She ceased to exist long before anyone realized.

Bit by bit, she changed – her humming, playfulness – it’s all part of maturity, concluded everyone. Her monotonous smile – oh, that’s just how it is, as you grow up and get busy with life, trivial things are lost and forgotten. Look at her, the graceful lady she has become, putting others ahead of her, always thoughtful!

No one realized that she ceased to exist altogether, a stranger to herself!

Welcome to the weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction. Every Tuesday I will write a micro-fiction in five sentences based on the prompt.  The above story is written for the prompt LOST. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Lost as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

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

“Today marks the 4th anniversary of the day we met, and of all other days, I cherish this one the most as this day is the reason behind all other happiness that followed. How wonderful it would have been if you would break this silence and talk to me. Can you do that for me just for today, my love? ”

Nothing can persuade Tanya, Sam realized with a heavy heart.

He placed the tulips, her favorite flower, on her grave and walked away.

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

She tiptoed across the room. Silence was all she could hear except for his gentle snores.

Quietly, she made it through, out of the door and took a sigh of relief as she finally found her freedom.

But it was short-lived as her baby erupted into wails again that night dragging her back in the room. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she picked up her baby to repeat the charade all over again.

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