you’ll need to ask Frank! lol it’s his rather interesting new ‘character’

while we have you on the line, love to have you stop by the SSC&B… we can reserve an alcove in case you wanted to get some writing done as the action continues next week or just join us at the suddenly three-times-the-circumference of every other round table at the Bistro or, of course sit at the bar

If I may, the beauty part of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro is it’s quality of fictional consistency.

As it happens, of late that we’re seeing this actualizing in ‘multi-writer’ stories as Chris and Mimi and Denise and Reelika and Frank put their characters/avatars in the Café (and as Jules Winfield says, ‘Have adventures’)

The key, imo, is found in having a balance of a concrete/enduring location (both geographic and story-setting sense) along with an certain open-endedness i.e. the old, former mill building housing the Café consists of five-to-seven floors most remain unexplored.

You are invited to stop by anytime, in what we refer to as a ‘walk-on’ i.e. put your character there and see what happens. (Several friends of the SSC&B will simply sit at the bar or one of the tables and watch.) Frank and Reelika are good examples of how much fun this can be.

Having written a description of the physical scene far too many times. (and to the dismay of Commentators who receive very long Replies to there questions lol) here are two brief travelogues.

Geographic:
From a somewhat busy thoroughfare in the nearest medium-sized city, look for the side street where the last-remaining cobbler has a shop, (next to a seamstress with a sign in the window ‘Wedding Gowns on Consignment). Continue walking until you come to a lane (sidewalks now reduced to one side of the street only) and the buildings are growing larger, emptier and made of granite and brick instead of glass, steel and indifference. The road you’re on seems to broaden (as much to the empty lots of a once thriving industrial area of the city) and up on the left is a lane where the sidewalks are somehow cleaner, less pink-bubblegum splotched.
The Six Sentence Café & Bistro is in a building, (former textile mile if you must know)… non-descript but clearly well-kept amidst hulks, shells and remnants of the discarded infrastructure of a long-gone industrial engine.

Interior:
There is one entrance (three granite steps down from the street) and once through a small foyer (with a cigarette machine on top of which are free shopper magazines and dog-eared issues of ‘The WatchTower’) a glass and stainless steel door.
Inside there is a long, mahogany wood bar running along the right hand wall. Mirrors behind the shelves of liquor reflect out to the Cafe proper. Halfway down the bar, on the back wall is the entrance to the kitchen. At the far end is the service station (and Mimi’s seat).
Beyond the bar is a hallway that turns to the right that leads to the Manager’s office. Beyond that, the hallway becomes gradually darker (not in a good, ‘hey aren’t you warm in that sweater’ way, more in the ‘no turning around won’t help…and running? Lol go ahead… we like it when they run’)
Opposite the bar is the open area of the Bistro. There’s a small stage, halfway up the righthand wall and if you were to stand on the stage and look out, any number of round, heavily-lacquered wood tables and chairs for the audience. Beyond is the outer wall, the granite wall that you would see from the street. The columns that support the floors above form alcoves that are curtained off for privacy.
The building is in an under-redeveloped section of the former industrial zone in a mid-sized city. Granite, brick and cast iron are the predominant building materials.

most recently there is a new location (with in the building, of course), Room 215 (in recent adventures) it’s probably on the second floor, but you know, this is the Six Sentence Caé & Bistro