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 "Perseverance." What does it mean to persevere, and what kind of person does it? Why, it means to simply carry on; and everyone, it seems, does it all the time, every day, without glory, or song, or even sometimes something as small as hope.
He hates his job: the long hours, the sweat, the tears, and his bruised, aching bones give ample testimony to him having been ground deep under the heel of his backbreaking bosses.
The profit is not shared, his labors are many; and each night, late into the evening, he returns home with pains that wrack his frail form.
The agony is unending, and sleep does not heal -- he knows no rest -- his joints reverberate with ratcheting vocal lamentations while his blood boils in his veins as he hopes for a greater day, a future where such as his lot is but a faded memory.
Yet, each morning that seemingly comes earlier with every new dawn, he rouses and reclaims his yoke; and though his body screams, he is silent and he carries on again only to repeat his sufferings until night when he collapses onto his bed too exhausted to even breathe.
But this is his prize: no, not his bed, but she who shares it with him -- and their child -- for here in this place, though he is battered and beaten, broken and beleaguered, he is home.