short story, six sentence story

Never Alone in This Journey

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Rolling along the highway with Journey’s “Faithfully” cranked up, Shandy reminisced about her life with her beloved husband, now gone to the other side and Shandy on her way to a new life.

“Wheels go round and round, you’re on my mind…” The player kept her company and her memories rolled with each bit of rubber pressing the pavement.

Pulled over to a truck stop, Shandy pumped her tank full of gas, then went inside to get a hot meal and find out the best motel around, for her budget.

With the drawl of a true southerner, Belle, the waitress, looked Shandy over with a glance, and responded to Shandy’s inquiry about a motel, “honey you best mosey on down ‘bout an hour from here, there’s a nice town and you can safely stay there at the Motel Merrion and tell Merry that Belle said hello.”

“Thanks Belle, I’m grateful for people like you, looking out for my safety, and, well, I sure appreciate your concern, it’s a journey I need to take and it’s nice to know I am safe to go it alone, with people like you who care.”

This is my response to the Six Sentence Story and the Prompt Word “Journey.” Go Check it Out!


New York

buildings surrounded by trees
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New York

A college student
Midwestern planted
landed in New York
eyes wide opened

Granted a chance
to practicum in the city
of cities
you might say

It was post my mother’s passing
I needed the time
to sort my emotions
and stay focused on studies

Massive empire of buildings
standing tall
sweating from the heat
mixed with pollution

Trekking to the subway
early morning trot
acrid scents of night
lingering in the bowels

Subway to bus
dropping by Little Neck
for my stint
with the agency

Helping little babies
ones who were marked
sadly, but truly
determined to survive

Lives of sweet innocence
have to make it
for sure
and find loving homes

Once back to my temporary abode
clearing my olfactory portals
supping on meager findings
counting myself fortunate

Life has a funny way
of taking you to places
you never thought you
would go

One Saturday
I went to the World Trade Center
all was well
back then

Looking back
how fortunate I was
to have that experience
over seeing Lady Liberty

Many a time
I would go to the Metropolitan
enjoying the vastness
of artists who’ve long gone

Crying tears at Monet
astounded at the colors
the shapes
the sizes

And to ride to the mountains
say I have been to Woodstock
gather with folk musicians
and the scent of the flowers in my room

Life takes us on journeys
never forgotten
this one took me
into a life I own

There you have it! Day 14 of National Poetry Month 🙂
My prompt comes from Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides “For today’s prompt, pick a state (or province, territory, etc.), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. A few possibilities include New York, California, Ontario, Bavaria, and Champagne. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway: Feel free to bend this in any direction you wish.”