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Six Sentence Story

Denise invites all in sight of this post to participate.

Any genre, form, style or construct of you and your imagination’s choosing.

…as long as it is six sentences in length.*

This week’s prompt word:

Sugar

“Theres a broad out front, something about being your client, or your ex-wife or some damn thing,” Lou, the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge, nodded towards the Weybossett Street entrance, “want I should send your regrets?”

From my booth at the far end of the ‘quiet side’ of the club, I could see my client, Victoria Tudor-Prendergast, a temporary halo backlit her blond hair before the door shut behind her; to her credit, she turned more heads as she walked past the bar, than the twenty-three-year-old Olympic gymnast, hanging from the brass pole in the center of the main stage.

An impeccably-dressed black man appeared to her left, a badly-concealed weapon; nodding to Lou, he sat on a miraculously-vacant bar stool across from my booth; his name appeared, like the credits at the end of a 1980s movie, Robert Langford ‘head butler’ to the Prendergast family.

“I’m sorry, the Maidstone Club decided to table their plans for a Providence annex,” I smiled up at where I last saw my client, who, in a blur of couture, was now sitting opposite me, a packet of Domino Sugar pincered by fingernails that cost more to maintain than my mortgage and car payments.

“Mind if I join you?” Victoria did with clothing what the aroma of freshly-brewed coffee did for breakfast.

I smiled, because sometimes, you have to give up to get ahead.

* your word count may vary, semi-colons, ellipsae or italics permitted, provided common safety rules and practices are observed in the writing and editing of your story