“I don’t like endings,” she said with a quivering smile.
“Then let’s not end it.”
“But you’re so wrong for me,” she turned to hide the tears in her eyes.
She pulled back the hammer and paused, sighing.
The shot cracked, he fell back, the gun hit the floor, and she went white with regret.
I recently discovered a website called Five Sentence Fiction. It’s pretty much as-described – you write five sentences based on one word of inspiration. I decided to enter this week. It’s a stretch to get a full story conveyed in such a short format, but that’s the point.
I read some of the other entries and a lot of them used run-on sentences to meet the 5-sentence goal, which I think satisfies the letter of the law but not the intent.