This is a little six sentence short story which I recently entered into some contests. I didn’t win, but it is a sweet little story you may enjoy reading. There certainly is a challenge when one is confronted with the task of keeping a story to a minimum of words. Lots of fun, not so easy, but definitely worth it!
On a gnarled, oak bench, underneath a fragrant pine, sits my father, worn, leather prayer book open on his lap. Jewel-colored hummingbirds dart to and fro suckling sweet nectar, when one flies near to whisper in my father’s ear. Sunlight filters through the branches on this lazy morning. He stands, stretching out the body, now bent from age, as his face turns upward letting the first rays of warmth course through him. “Thank you, Father,” he says. It will be a good day.