Spring daffodils

Five Sentence Fiction – Thorazine Paradise

Five Sentence Fiction – Paradise


“The daffodils are pretty this year,” Sara raised her brows and smiled to herself. Her sun dress billowed lightly in the wind. The late afternoon sun glowed in her hair. The crickets and frogs were just beginning their chorus.

“Bump up his thorazine, Sid, and tighten the wrist straps – we don’t want another incident like Mildred.”


Author’s Notes

Perhaps paradise in just in your head – either you’re happy with what you’ve got or you’re not. Even if it’s *literally* all in your head.

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