This is purely fiction for Five Sentence Fiction. This is stepping out of my comfort zone because I normally write poetry, not stories exactly. Any prompts I normally participate in, give a specific thing to do. I like how this prompt challenges me to put more thought into what I’m trying to tell with a story.
Dreama’s green eyes stared blankly outside. The leaves were changing colors and that brought her some comfort in the knowledge she was dying. Her will and testament was in place, in the hands of lawyers she trusted. She silently wondered if her loved ones would miss her or be more than ready to rummage through the treasures she had collected during her 65 years of living. Watching the wind blow leaves upward from the ground, she said a prayer aloud, and found her life had been filled with blissful love.