This is a Five Sentence Fiction piece I am linking to Lillie McFerrin’s blog. The goal is to pack as much punch in five sentences as you can. The word prompt this week is: Forgotten
Lying in front of the refrigerator across the street from Poggensee’s pig farm, the sweat on her sun-roused freckles dried in a layer of salt. Scents of woodsmoke and manure nosed through the screen door, smacking into the invisible cold front and making her feel sick to her stomach. Both knees were skinned open, her left palm had tiny bits of gravel stuck in it, and the gold trim on her banana seat bike was dangling.
Sucking the ice-filled dishcloth that covered her bloodied fat lip and newly chipped ten-year-old overbite, she wiped her eyes and tried to relax. She thought if she could cool off, she might be able to remember losing control of her handlebars while racing Kelly Parker down Oakhill Rd.