Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · Short Stories Series · Writing


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Mama counted the coins carefully and tied them in the old handkerchief which she always tucked into her thick cotton half-slip hidden under several layers of wrapper to keep them safe.

I sprinkled water on the freshly harvested pepper and pumpkin leaves, arranging them in the basket; their luscious healthy colour would attract the eyes of good buyers.

With ease, mama balanced the basket on her head, her headscarf formed a cradle and she set off to Orie Ozuda; she would walk tirelessly for miles and that basket would stay put.

‘Nwamaka my daughter, I hope today’s market day will be a good one and if I sell all my goods, tomorrow I will buy you that shoe for running that you’ve been asking for.’

Thank you, mama,‘ I replied with happiness ringing in my voice. I imagined my feet encased in the white canvas and I could hear the voices of my schoolmates cheering me on as I raced to the finish line; they always say that I run like 440.

Tomorrow never came. Mama never made it back. Her crushed body was brought back to the compound with her coins still carefully tucked under her half-slip. Nwamadi’s 440 car killed mama. I never ran again.

© Jacqueline

Quick Glossary

Run like 440 – a term used to emphasize how fast she ran.

Orie Ozuda – a market day

Nwamaka – an Igbo name for a girl. It means beautiful child.


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Stretched…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

Church, Prayer, Story, Fiction


Tara hated herself for what she was doing, but her clogged mind just couldn’t think of any other way out of her problems.

Her meagre earnings were stretched beyond its capacity that to eat one meal a day was now a hurdle.

Sending money back home to the Philippines to assist her folks with the younger siblings and her dad’s medication took virtually everything.

With a pounding heart, she prayed for forgiveness in the silence of her heart, cast furtive looks around and quickly dipped her hands into the offering bag; the small clutch of cash felt like burning coals in her palm.

John Paul saw her through the CCTV and smiled to himself; what a golden opportunity, he had her where he wanted her.

© Jacqueline


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Treachery…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

Fiction, Creative Writing, Houses, Martha Stewart


Stumbling across details of his secret family – a mistress and two sons, twelve and seven-year-old boys ensconced in a nice town house downtown, whilst she played Martha Stewart at home – had been beyond a rude shock.

Cecilia was still dumbfounded at the turn of things.

How did she not see the tell-tale signs, a consistent barrage of questions raced back and forth in her mind.

Her emotions were all over the place as she struggled to reconcile with the enormity of Tom’s treachery and how he had managed to live a lie for so long.

Their twenty-five-year-old marriage was now confined to a file in a divorce lawyers office.

© Jacqueline

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Calamity – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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Scalding hot tears spilt out of Ifueko’s swollen eyes mingling with the salty dribble from her nostrils into her mouth.

She wailed in reckless abandon, her swaying form gathered into itself as she interjected her pitiful cries with grief-lade idioms ‘Chi mu o, ewu ata mu igu n’isi – My God, the goat has eaten palm fronds off the top of my head’.

‘Why? Chukwu Okike. Why has such calamity befallen me, she asked her God of creation.

The repeated echos of ‘ndo, sorry’ and other words of commiseration from the growing gathering of neighbours and friends fell on deaf ears.

Her five young ones surrounded her on the bare ground of their uncompleted home, their young minds unable to comprehend the gravity of their situation as the men of the compound struggled to bring out their father’s body from the well.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Quick Glossary

Chi mu o – My God

Chukwu Okike – God of Creation


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Enamoured – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

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She had known that she was in trouble right from the first time they met during her interview.

From his firm handshake to the curved smile on his full lips that shouldn’t belong to a man, everyone else in the room seemed to fade out from her sight.

Is this what they call love Linda wondered to herself as the months went by and every single thought of hers had him in the centre?

She wasn’t even sure that he actually saw her beyond being a competent assistant at his beck and call.

She didn’t know how long she could continue working closely by his side each day without revealing her feelings.


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The Kissed Note – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences.

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‘I had a wonderful evening. See you on Friday. I love you. Kisses.’

Tamara’s heart sank in dread as she stared at the short lipstick kissed note.

She had no idea how to react; should she confront Robert over the note in the pigeon hole or pretend that she hadn’t seen it?

She was afraid of what the questions might unravel; that her twenty-year solid marriage wasn’t that solid after all.

A number of things started to make more sense to her and her excuses appeared hollow in the sight of her suspicions.


© Jacqueline

Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · Short Stories

The Odd Couple…Story in Five Sentences.

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Seeing them at face value, the first question that tugs the mind is to wonder what their attraction to each other is?

You can’t help but look again and again.

How could such a delicate and pretty butterfly of a woman hang on to that hard-featured, unseemly moth of a man?

This becomes a perplexing puzzle that you seek to solve and till you take the time to sit and truly watch them, with the blinders taken off your eyes you will not see that;

The moth made the butterfly glow, her gentleness softened his spirit and the love he showered on her made him beautiful beyond his wings.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

A story inspired by an interesting couple I met recently.

Friday Fiction in Five Sentences · The Daily Post

Coming Clean…Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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She decided to come clean and tell the truth.

What she didn’t anticipate was the depth of peoples’ reaction.

Many wanted her to pay with her blood; for the blood of the innocent young man she had falsely accused.

She wished she had kept the secret to herself, but the burden had eaten her alive for decades.

Opening the bottle, she gulped the vile syrup, that should put an end to things.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

The Daily Post – Clean

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Turmoil – Friday Fiction in Five Sentences

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Her heart thumped in nervous apprehension once she heard his Ford pickup pull into their drive.

What mood would he be in today? Belligerent? Happy? Drunk?

She just never knew what to expect from one moment to the next…explosive anger or a bouquet of flowers.

Of late, living with him was like constantly walking on eggshells.

On second thoughts and in no mood for any confrontation, she quickly turned off the television and tiptoed off to bed.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha