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This is the Six Sentence Story.

Denise is the host of this bloghop;

Where stories appear, each week, identifiable by the fact that all, every one, contains six and only six periods.

This week’s prompt word:

dyNamiC

 

Slowing barely enough to complete the punchline to his joke, the life of the party moved to a new location, halfway between the bar and the buffet; like a singularity grazing a galaxy, the number of people surrounding him was now greater by an inverse ratio of the number of small groups dotting the reception hall.

Standing next to a table full of half-empty glasses, chairs turned outwards, like oyster shells after an extra large wave, the man pulled a single-serving of laughter tighter around his shoulders, inured to childhood admonitions about sharing and said, “How does he do that?”

With the seamless interjection of a master ventriloquist, the old man, his eyes on the exit and his back to crowd, said, “Easy enough,” after the pause of a lecturer squaring the corners a prepared speech, continued, “Easier than you think.”

Without bothering to turn around, because, really, what does sight have to do with thought, the younger man said, “You’re saying it’s possible for a person like me,” a slight hesitation, which had the curious effect of implying that finding another person like the speaker would be futile, was followed by a decrease in volume, embarrassed at the boldness of his unspoken assertion, “…could become as outgoing as that fellow who stopped by to tell a joke; which, I’ll admit, was actually quite funny?”

“Yes, with the caveat that you spend more time considering the dynamic of his relationship with the crowd surrounding him and less time trying to imagine yourself at the center of a group of people who would rather be lead than be alone;” at that moment, a series outbursts of laughter, both convivial and scandalized, flew around the far end of the room, like a flock of homing pigeons on an amphetamine jag.

“The man you are so jealous of is no different than a lion waking from a deep sleep to find himself surrounded by a herd of antelope, which is his next meal is as relevant as what he will be doing tomorrow or the day after, you see…” Turning, the old man smiled, somewhat sadly, at the back of the quiet man, now three-quarters-of-the-way to joining the laughing crowd.

 

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