Five Sentence Fiction – Lipstick

He was afraid not to look at her. He feared that if he dared to look away, or even blink, she would disappear.

He never once failed to give her the attention she wanted, and maybe that’s why she got bored—bored of the man who’d never surprise her; too devoted, too outdated, too predictable.

He was afraid not to look at her, so he watched her as she left, too mesmerized to go after her or try to stop her.

Now the only thing left for him to look at was the lipstick—the one he used to taste—stained on an empty wine glass, the only proof that she had ever existed, a reminder of his grand failure.


Random lines scribbled for this week’s FSF.

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13 Comments Add yours

  1. wildbilbo says:

    Great stuff – the repetition in words & general sense of hopelessness in him watching her go really works here.

  2. Sheila says:

    A lovely store of loss and memories we cling to. Well done.

  3. So sad, I really feel for this character

  4. Vinitha says:

    His loss is well portrayed here. Loved the way you used the prompt.

    1. mrsreckless says:

      Thank you for reading and commenting!

  5. aathira123 says:

    Loved the way you have brought out the nuances in their life. Beautiful take on the prompt 🙂

    1. mrsreckless says:

      Thank you so much! 🙂

  6. Excellent take on the prompt. I could picture the entire story that made me wonder what happens next!!!

    1. mrsreckless says:

      Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

  7. GG says:

    I just adore this! I love how you worked the repetition to frame the chapters of his life, his view.

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