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 "Faces," and this made me instantly think of the Door's song, but I twisted it a little. Enjoy.
Linda hated the rain because that's when she saw them from the corners of her eyes, contorted, looking nothing human at all.
Glaring, watching, following everywhere she went -- on the train, riding the busses, walking menacingly as she swept by them in the taxi -- nameless, distorted, inhuman things.
Oh, they looked like people to the outside world, but she knew they were not, she wasn't fooled by their masks; she had seen them before as a small child, and many times since, and each time it was before a horrendous event, and always in the rain.
Were they angels, demons, or something other?
She didn't know, she didn't want to know; she just knew something dreadful was about to happen, then they'd go away -- like always -- taking the rain with them.