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 entry is the word "Orange." Hearing the word, the first thing I thought of was the harvest moon; but then immediately wondered, what's going on under that moon? This is the result. A much happier story than last week's entry!
Above them hung the harvest moon, bathing the night in its not-yellow, not-red glory, hanging like the greatest low-lying fruit in an orchard.
Beneath them their blanket rest on the newly cut grasses that filled their lungs with the sweet smell of late summer as a warm breeze from the West flowed over their entwined bodies.
Drawn into him, his warmth beckoning for more, she leaned to his ear and whispered, "I'm pregnant."
In the dim light he held her close and smiled; but she could not see the tears that formed and raced down his cheek.
Two hearts, shared joy.