short story

Notes of the Night

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“Ah yes, this merlot has notes of chocolate and cherries, with a hint of pecan, I would dare say, it is chewy, mimicking the best of the rich reds, I would highly recommend this with your filet mignon, sir.”

Jacques charmed the men and women alike at Cassidy’s Fine Dining Company, at the beach, popular with the most elite class of patrons; Little did they know that Jacques had no real knowledge of a sommelier, but he had the ability to make just about anything believable.

When asked to taste the wine for its tartness, Jacques would take the glass to his lips, appear to sip and nod, watching the eyes all on him, checking for his reaction: “This one tastes delicious and I would highly recommend it, but please taste, to be certain, as my palate may not be as clear as your own.”

As Jacques passed by each table, assisting customers with their choices, he noticed a certain attractive woman who seemed to follow him with her eyes; pacing over to her side he offered to assist with her choice of wine, to which she responded that she did not imbibe in alcoholic beverages, but would love a Shirley Temple; Smiling at the lady, Jacques ordered her drink and moved on past her, only to catch a note pinched between her delicate fingers and passed into his hand, where nobody could see; As soon as Jacques was out of sight of the patrons, he opened the note which read: “I am on to you, meet me in 30 minutes on the deck.”

The jazz notes were rising into the ambience of the night as the chatter of diners picked up and about 30 minutes after the interaction, Jacques moved to the deck area, where there were just a few diners and a walkway, shadowed by a pergola; “I am glad you stepped out with me; There is something I need done and I think you are the man to take care of it; I need a master of deception to help me carry out my plan to escape from here,” Jacques struggled out of pure confusion, when the lady continued, “You see I am in danger if I stay with my companion as he will bring me great harm, I can tell by the things he is saying and how he treats me, and I don’t want to be harmed, so I need a way out; Do you think you can help me?”

After the lady found her place at the table, Jacques motioned to the piano player to play dance music; Encouraging the patrons to dance was an easy task for Jacques as he would gently take the hand of the eldest lady at a table and invite her to dance, rarely getting resistance, as he was such a gentleman, this was usually followed by others stepping up to join on the dance floor; True to his plan, Jacques was successful at getting the dance started; Once the lady was on the dance floor with her date, Jacques bumped into the couple and apologetically took the lady by the hand to which she responded by dancing with him; Her dance partner found his way back to his seat where he drank and was heavily partaking of the rich wine; After steering the lady to the lobby area, she found her way to escape, leaving one thing behind: her handbag.

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for this week.

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Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
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PROMPT WORD:  NOTE

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poetry

Compassion

I recently posted this one Medium: Compassion

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take notice of pain
it comes in all kinds of ways
soulful and sadful
spiritually obscure
physically in malaise

hold close the hurting
if not in arms try in hearts
you may not know what
kind of aching may be felt
trust that caring matters more

cries may not have tears
anguish manifests diverse
not for us to judge
just the same-judgment will come
and is often in telling

pull the chains from souls
release viral compassion
secrets can be held
truly, passions can be shared
without conditions all known

poetry

Adjusting Lenses

This was recently posted on Medium: Adjusting Lenses

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humankind’s nature
often means brisking each day
keeping steady pace
what happens when it changes
when the leaves of life falter

as the elder man
finds the keys don’t play as well
hearing notes less clear
it’s an evolvement of life
requiring tune ups often

when grandmothers cry
because their children are old
no longer in laps
still wanting for the snuggles
take them back to the time when

as life slows way down
keeping in mind the goodness
days when suns are high
looking to the skies for hope
seeing joyfulness each day

adjusting lenses
early in the childrens’ lives
seeing and learning
each day is perfectly made
for any age to delight

poetry

Points of View

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can only shadows
speak to the darkness or can
they address the light
on the edges of shadows
are the silver-toned grayness

slivers of light tones
slivers of dark tones in sync
as shades come forth
perspective gives new meaning
perhaps a new twisted thought

possibilities
open up new ideas
giving all of us a way
to newly seek more answers
paradoxical or not

given these posings
would it be more meaningful
to study viewpoints
with a more opened up mind
giving chance to the unheard

focus is required
to examine all the facts
as it stands for now
perfectly spinning a top
requires energy less friction

poetry

Warrior Found

I recently published this in Medium

Here is the pasted version for this blog:

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frozen in her thoughts
how could she find sweet release
or any relief
some things have a stronger grip
than what anyone can see

grasping for answers
how to chisel away ice
frozen in her veins
solidifying ice slabs
glossing over the secrets

voices from beyond
calling to her soul to free
strengthening numbers
ready to help set her free
lending, giving their powers

the breaths of millions
feeling the fiery heartbeats
raging for lost souls
escaping the prison cell
escaping the torturous

many voices speaking
telling of the hope for peace
one listening soul
knowing there is true freedom
in breaking free of lost dreams

tempering resolve
place the anvil on the ground
forging a new life
allowing the freeze to thaw
stepping forth to make new life