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This is the Six Sentence Story
Each week we look and see what prompt word is being held up, like a mirror in the hands of a mischievous astronomer. Ever aware of the sun, the mirror captures our attention only to spin off a glint of insight, often powerful enough to stun the un-wary writer.
This week, Denise suggests that we take the word ‘SIGN’ and write a story around/about/against/and in reference to… in Six (and only) Six Sentences. No more. No less.
Prompt word:
Sign
It was late-early morning, an indisputably perfect time on a summer-pleasant Wednesday when the engine of his car, responding to the solid-state wink of the ignition button, succeeded in locking the sole of the man’s right foot in a Vulcan mind-meld; very soon thereafter the car rolled out of the garage. With the first spin of the electronic mood-roulette of the radio, he decided on the back road rather than the interstate; it would seem that Henry David had beaten George Jetson for shotgun, the quiet woods and two-lane path promised an opportunity to reflect on the approaching day.
The price of eliminating the barriers between himself and the passing New England woodlands, despite how often he indulged the allure of an open-air trip, always startled the driver. An invisible pillow-fight immediately broke out behind his head, ruffling his hair with chaste glee as hundreds of invisible pillows appeared and instantly vanished like soft neutrinos.
Just beyond his left elbow (that held the window down in its narrow grave), over the tops of moss-softened stone walls, the manicured greenery of the local country club passed smoothly and he watched the movers and shakers of the local business community getting in an early 18, their silent golf carts scurrying like ants on a white tuxedo.
The hood of the car showed the road ahead, like a mirror in a Victorian parlor, an alternate universe, forever trapped in the clear coat that mesmerized to the point that he almost drove through the intersection; saved at the last-minute by modern Public Works Department alchemy manifested in the red and white octagon, his imagination vandalized the sign, and, now seeing the word ‘POST’ the man laughed and said to no one, “I believe I will.”
I have, of late, searched for music to include that might serve to enhance the enjoyment of reading. This particular music vid is, however, for an entirely different Six. One that ended up on the ‘cutting room floor’ to borrow an expression from a different art.
In any event, it’s a good song. From way back! (That is if you listened to the record fresh from its shrink-wrap.)
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Just beyond his left elbow (that held the window down in its narrow grave) – so good! Great six as per usual.
Thanks, man
Well done . Your 6 left me with “smiles to go”.
First time I’ve heard this Stevie song. Through headphones, bass is awesome :)
I enjoy your imagery and metaphor immensely.
ty
(I wasn’t all that much a fan of Stevie, until Talking Book then, damn)
Your first sentence hooked me right in, by it’s length as well as its imagery. And the end – ha. I love it. The open road, the early morning, the act of driving, even if it’s to work is exhilarating like your Six.
yeah, I have to remind myself (but so far totally have)… to take advantage of this non-Winter time of year.
(speaking of weird. every drive when I’m going, like, 35 mph, I’m surprised at how ‘present’ the birds and insect sounds are.. not dopplered at all!)
Thank you for bringing this reader along on the long scenic route to the post sign.
YW
(theys gots to be more words in Stop than that… but blog attention span isn’t any more enduring than my ‘real’ life attention span)
Very nice Six as I sit in DFW international airport.
Great music.
Wonderful!
Thank you, M
The scenes you are able to paint with your written words are so impressive. I really enjoyed reading this! If I’d had a highlighter, I would have been highlighting so many of the phrases you used in your SSS.
Thanks Pat
( you wanna know the one that I enjoyed the most?…. ‘ants on a white tuxedo’ totally out of the blue and completely non-sensical…but I laughed out loud (lol) in my car as I drove past the golf course.)