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Story in six (and only six) sentences utilizing the week’s prompt word.
(If I may be so presumptuous to offer a Six that (sorta) is a riff off the Six one of our newer participants, Violet, wrote last week. That said, with this Six can’t say I know who the devil and who the demon is. But hey, it’s fiction.)
PLACE
“Where’d you say this place was?” from the corner of his eye, the blonde girl flickered in and out of existence in a half-time rhythm to the streetlights as they approached the edge of the city.
He knew he should pull over, but every time he slowed the car, the traffic light turned green; the first time this happened he frowned, having no recollection of stopping, then his favorite song came on the radio and any reason to worry immediately forgotten.
The last memory he had of actually seeing the girl, (he seemed unable to turn and look at her), was as she stood next to him at the bar. Like the traffic lights, he couldn’t actually remember her walking up to where he leaned on his elbows like an impatient boy in a church pew on a summer Sunday morning. The words she spoke, in a tone that echoing ageless privilege, tied a knot somewhere between his heart and his body, and he marveled at the DNA-wired optimism of his answer, “Anywhere”.
The last memory, of the final complete thought he could recall, was her voice caressing his ear, “Second star to the right, and straight on till morning.”
this song was associated (quite effectively, I might add) with a totally previous story-seed, something to do with Aleister Crowley. but it’s still holding interest in my head, so what the heck. still kinda works.
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I thought we’d wind UP at a different place when I started reading this. Good job. As always. Reality, perception, what a dilema.
I thought we’d wind UP at a completely differrent place when I started reading. Good six.. as usual.
Reality/perception what a dilema.
Great minds, dude…great minds
Reality is a moving target. Nice imagery of this.
thank you
Gotta be careful, and so often in the presence of pretty, people are not.
totally agree
Perhaps a little too much imbibing at the bar contributed to his lack of memory, me thinks.
“DNA-wired optimism” good phrase
hopefully*
*as opposed to the alternative explanation
Very cool Six! Bit ‘o supernatural noir goin’ on. Like it.
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Oh my! Chasing those stars lead to interesting endings or beginnings. Nice one!
thank you (had to look up the exact wording… such a great line (the original))
Out of this world, Man.
thankee, Miz Avery