Homework five sentence stories

Archetype for location:The star

Like a small child to the word of a parent she obeys. Not because she wants to but because she has to. Although the sermon the man in white is giving should calm her thoughts, her mind is still drifting back to yesterday. Yesterday she had stood outside the cafe awaiting someone seeking her solicitation. Today she sits in a pew holding the beads that would bring her bread and warmth.

Short story #2
Little dada walked down to cody's Candy Store whenever she had a dime. Today Little dada held a dime she deserved for wiping up the Lady's stench. Little dada walked down that street and could already taste the sweet and sticky caramel and the fruity suckers she was soon to buy. As Little dada walked into cody's Candy Store the little bells attached to the door went "Ring, ring, ring," and the swinging puppets on the wall went "Ha, ha, ha," and Little dada walked up to the counter. Little dada pointed through the glass counter at the caramel and suckers she wanted but before cody could reach in for them the Owner arrived.

Short story #3
The last thing she expected to find in the middle of a cornfield was a farm house with a yard sale. She walked up to the farm house and was greeted by an elderly woman who sat in a rocking chair in the front porch of the place. She surveyed the tables and boxes full of toys, books, pictures, tools, films and clothes. She didn't desire anything they sold but offered the elderly woman a donation for the yard sale and placed her ring on the table. Rubbing the bear finger she walked off.

Short Story #4
What can one do with a blank page? If I hadn't the imagination I'd draw her the way she looked that day, beautiful with that flowing white dress and the lovely red roses. Around her I'd draw that garden with the beautiful fountains and the little children chasing butterflies. Thankfully I have the imagination and I can replace the man with which she shared her love and kisses that day with myself. Then maybe I'd pick up another blank sheet of paper and draw us growing old on a veranda sipping wine while our grand kids tear the wings of butterflies.