Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.This week, the chosen word is "Scarlet," and this, too, was hard to conjure.
The blood flowed around his upturned boots like fresh rain in the gutters of his native Seville.
At his feet lay many dead Inca, all of whom tasted his hate-born blade deeply, horridly; they were slaughtered in a feast of scarlet bloodletting -- a frenzy the likes of which this religious site had never before known.
His crimson cloak fluttered in the slight wind as it blew through the passageways of the once holy pagan temple -- defiled by the corpses of the slain guardians -- and now that the raucous sound of battle had finally dimmed only the dripping of their vital fluids broke the silence of the solitary altar.
Finally, years after he heard the rumor of its existence, he held his prize: "The Heart of the World," a ruby bigger than his own powerful fist.
Cloak, blood, and ruby coiled together in unity as the Conquistador turned, his laughter echoing throughout the rough-hewn stone courtyard; and as he stepped towards the archway he left nothing behind him except sorrow.