short story

Appreciating Beauty – It’s Complicated

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Delilah viewed the carefully placed bricks on the pavement, walked on for many decades at the palace grounds, the history being that these bricks were installed by labor much like those of slaves, although it was not clear if these were actual bricks placed by slaves.

Edward pondered the history, about how this beautiful arrangement came about and set out to research the facts, delving into the stories from several sources, still uncertain which of these stories were true or where the gray area was; It became a mash up of many words, none certain to be true.

Solving the question about the origin of the bricklayers was a dilemma both Delilah and Edward faced and both agreed on one thing: regardless of the history, the crafting of these bricks was beautiful and skillfully accomplished and both appreciated the fine quality.

Intricacy being what it is, it’s probably safe to say that slavery was involved in creating the many pathways, looking at the dates of installation and the known history of those times it’s probable that there were slaves used in the making of these walkways; Interesting, is that there were free people of African American ancestry who lived and worked in the region, while slavery was still occurring.

Great stories come from the history, even if muddied, of the time these bricks were placed and ever since; Tourists come from all over to learn of the history and pay their respects to the area, complicated by the varied versions of the same story, each pointing a different direction, but all the same, stories of the past.

Needless to say, but saying just the same, it’s important to research stories and keep an open mind to the possibilities that historical research will always have gray areas, no matter how much a scholar claims to know the facts; Such is the case, even today, as when you inquire about current events and hear several versions of the same event, much based on one person’s point of view versus another’s; So it is important to understand the need to document that which is factual and, goodness knows, the facts are often based on empirical research versus theory so it’s hard to gain any true designs of what is real and what is not, meaning there is no black or white, only more shades of gray; Going back to the design of the bricks, the answer is: Who Knows? And the question becomes: Does the beauty of the brickwork change with the history of the laying of the bricks?; And that, my friend, raises more questions.

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So, there you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story
This is based on the prompt “Design” provided by Denise every Sunday.
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Scales

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Stepping or placing on the scales is always done with care.

Careful placement of feet or bowls is most important to prevent inaccuracies.

Accepting the results is important for a measurement of accuracy, but does not validate the worth of persons.

Leveling by removing the shoes may give a slightly different result, same as scooping the excess grains of food.

Equating the number on the scale to one’s value is unimportant and, like measuring food, it’s a number for a purpose.

Stepping off the scale is not near as important as stepping away to a new day, same with dumping that food into a bowl.

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There you have it! That’s my 6 Sentence Story for this day.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
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PROMPT WORD: SCALE

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Refuse to Believe Anything But the Truth

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Relief was not for Beth, watching out the window, seeing nobody to help her.
Everybody had other things to do and, while she understood, her heart would ache.
Family and friends alike wished her well as she cared for her mother without staff.
Undermining comments were a source of disdain, coming from the critical milieu.
Simply ignoring this was not easy, but Beth refused such and stayed in focus.
Everybody came for show at the end of it all, Beth left with her own peace.

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I went with a double acrostic this time.

It’s that time again for Six Sentence Story. Thanks to Denise for her devotion to this and for encouraging us to challenge our brains.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here Thursday through Tuesday, link your post…
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PROMPT WORD: REFUSE

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Short Fiction, short story

The Howler – Six Sentence Story

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Howler
An Acrostic
Hershel Henry Spritzer was an academic genius as he scored the highest in his class and was a shoe in to become the valedictorian.

Orange was the least loved color of Constance Spritzer and she would avoid placing this anywhere on her paintings, masterpieces which would hang in only the finest of galleries; it had to do with her heart breaking, ex boyfriend, Jasper Jester, who wore only orange and black striped outfits.

Wondering why his mother expressed discord with his winning of the Orange County Esteemed Scholar Award, Hershel sent her a message with Fergly, his owl, serving as the messenger.

Lingering slowly though the skies, Fergly dipped frequently, not daring to hoot, as he held securely the heavy red envelope in his beak, talons ready to drop and land on Hershel’s windowsill.

Eagerly, Hershel grabbed the envelope from Fergly, but then he stopped, and placed it on the table, feeling anxious because the envelope was not only large, but it was red and it was scooting across the table where it lay, this could only mean one thing.

Ready or not, Hershel knew he needed to open the envelope for fear it might explode and open it he did, easing it as best that he could, noticing some orange paint dripping as he did, but the worse part was the ear piercing, exploding howling all about the meaning of the color of orange (it wasn’t Jasper).

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There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story in response to the weekly prompt “HOWL” and you can participate, as well. Just go to this LINK

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Perhaps – Six Sentence Story

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a double acrostic

Perhaps

Although it was a pleasant setting, Elaine’s nerves were waiting for a mishap.

Taking a deep breath, Barbara fumbled with her purse strap and made a wish.

Making her decision about an assistant was hard for Jasmine, causing a headache.

Oddly, as Elaine was waiting for her interview, a call came from her doctor.

She stated, “We used the wrong patient’s information when we went to diagnose.

Stepping into the waiting room, Jasmine saw both women huddled, in an atmosphere of caring, Barbara’s arm around Elaine; Jasmine spoke, “Ladies, I hope this works to your understanding that I will need two assistants and you two are the only applicants for the job, when can you start?”

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This is a continuation from last week’s Six Sentence Story, “Struggle.” I just couldn’t let these ladies end things the way it was.

This is in response to this weeks Six Sentence Story:

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: ATMOSPHERE

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