
You left an impression,
One I can’t quite get over.
I walk miles in our footsteps
Over hill and dale, in sun and shower,
Arms locked tight about myself,
Holding you close.

You left an impression,
One I can’t quite get over.
I walk miles in our footsteps
Over hill and dale, in sun and shower,
Arms locked tight about myself,
Holding you close.

The challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: FLAKE. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES . The Café is open. Come as you are!
The counter at the dive bar was sticky, and it grasped at her forearm as she lifted another whiskey to her pursed lips, which were dangerously numb at this point.
Continue readingThe challenge? Write a story in exactly 6 sentences based on Denise’s one word prompt: SHADOW. Visit, comment, and write & post your own on SIX SENTENCE STORIES. The Café is open. Come as you are!
Her work had only just begun, but the timeline was tight, tempers frayed, and there would be many hours before she could shut down the kitchen and rest her head. Continue reading
A fog-locked boat, lost in Superior shipping lanes,
Radar reflectors hung high on mast and wide on boom,
Churns in a stomach-grinding corkscrew of wave.
You haven’t eaten for weeks. Continue reading
She picks up a marble, rolling and squeezing it in her palm at a searing memory of betrayal. Continue reading
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