Jeremy wondered as he looked at the tepid stream, just how much the sun was so juiced up that it blew out the springs. “Think about it,” he said, “it seems like we have gone from living under a safe shield and now we are under a mesh umbrella with impure rains.”
“Such as it is,” replied Roxanne, “we still live on this planet. What other choice do we have?”
Jeremy stared at Roxanne and looked about. “Okay, then let’s pack our essentials and ride out to the ends of the earth, as far north as we can tolerate.”
That’s my six for this week. Go check out the others which are sure to be interesting. Go to this LINK. Thank you to Denise for making this happen week after week.
Many years ago, when I was in college, one of my professors-who also became a mentor-introduced my to “espresso” which she made herself after dinner with another guest. There was this little cup with no real room for cream or sweetener and a sliver of lemon which was to help with the bitter taste, I suppose. I just played follow the leader, as I was clueless.
Well, the one thing about espresso and being a college student is that it does help if you need to be up late studying, which I often did. For years, I called it “expresso” without awareness that you called it something else. As it holds true, I just think it was a mistake in spelling as when you have this strong dose of caffeine, you definitely are apt to express yourself.
That’s my Six Sentence Story and lookie there, I didn’t write a poem! I bet you are as surprised as I am. But…hey…let me see if I can try my hand at it.
Six Sentence Story Poem – installment #2
When I was older than younger strudents, I had to stay up to study late
If I wanted to keep really going, an espresso would be the way
Although the name should be expresso, I suppose that’s how it goes
All I know is that reading chapters meant I needed some go-go-go
I’d go for years and call it my name, as if anyone would care but the bourgeoisie
Today, I call it by the proper name unless I too tired and call it a day
She went to the fair with her family, an annual event
Each booth had hawkers calling out, trying to get attention
“The girl in green, looks pretty keen” was her cue, so she went
She reached into her little red coin purse, squeezed it open
As she tossed dimes at the shot glasses, she did her best to score
She walked away with a little mug and looked forward to showing to off
This was my little mug poem for this weeks Six Sentence Story. When I was a little girl, we would go to the fair and I always tried for a little beer mug. When evening came and I was sitting at the dining room table with my parents, they would let me pour a little beer in the mug, with which I added a lot of salt. Oh, the memories of a young life…