Five Sentence Fiction – Blades

The blades tickle my bare legs as I run across the meadow, knee deep in grass, chasing after the sun that’s about to hide beyond the faraway horizon.

The wind blows through my hair as I run and run and run and never stop—I tell myself that if I’m fast enough, if I do my very best, maybe I’ll meet you at the end of my route.

Maybe you’ll wipe the sweat off my face and tell me I look beautiful, tell me it’s alright, tell me we’ll be fine… and maybe this time I’ll believe your words.

I keep running for I cannot stop, I keep lying to myself just to keep me going.

But deep inside I know you’re not gonna be there—and the truth is like a blade that cuts my heart in two.


Inspired by Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction.


10 Comments Add yours

  1. sad. and then I protested that “not all runs are like this!” Randy

  2. That’s heartbreaking, but inspiring, as we all need to keep on no matter what… lovely words!

  3. ahblack57 says:

    Very poetic. I enjoyed every word which seemed to have been lovingly chosen. Good stuff!

    1. mrsreckless says:

      Thank you so much!!

  4. Kate,
    very well done! I hope it’s all false. If some guy hasn’t told you how beautiful you are, I am losing my faith in the young men of today.

    1. mrsreckless says:

      Don’t worry, most of the things I post here are pure fiction. And thank you, as always!

  5. Hauntingly sad and beautifully written.

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