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, Lillie chose the word "Flawed," and I wax poetic on a strange topic.
Life, that mad spasm that disturbs the dream of Death, is a broken ideal.
The process of existing is arduous, mistaken, coarse, and ripe with folly.
The Powers-That-Be should not have granted Life its horrorshow-time on the Universal stage; instead, they should have given no pause to thoughts of it, and consigned it to the ever-lasting flame of oblivion.
Yet, remain it does; and Life finds a way -- as always -- to bring forth its fruited foolishness again and again, and to drive back the native dark with a spark kindled in the very heart of all things.
We, Life's inept children, are the heirs to mistakes of fortune on a very grand scale; we are the innately broken that contemplate the broken nature that allows its own existence.