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.

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

PROMPT WORD:  NOTE

You can go to this link to join!

 

poetry

Hang a Light on The Moon

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I just published Hang a Light on The Moon on Medium. Have a look 🙂

Hang a Light on the Moon

Keeping a close watch
eyes glazed from lacking true sleep
it’s the thing he does
watching each breath in and out
praising every moment

looking for the signs
wondering what happens next
never coasting hope
as the moon shines like a friend
shining to appeal his thoughts

appealing powers
please hang a light on the moon
giving energy
to the souls entwined here now
who knows when they will release

one thing is certain
moonlight is always shining
even if not seen
if the clouds should hide the view
knowledge is the assurance

illumination
backdrops shadows ’til the dawn
knowing soothing dreams
ever comforting slumber
souls hope for another day

when days turn to end
and forever rests come forth
comfort will be there
the soul no longer bottled
broken free for true release

This is in response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt “Coast”

and

The Living Poetry Monday Prompt – Bottleneck

 

poetry, short story

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.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: SCALE

Go to this LINK to join us!!

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

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…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD: REFUSE

Go to this LINK to check in!

Short Fiction, short story

Cardinal Dreams – Six Sentence Story

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Gathering up his son’s clothes, tossed about the bedroom floor, Daniel looked at his slumbering son as he lay with his ball glove secured in hand and his signed baseball had rolled off onto the blanket. Hair tousled in rings of curls, Jeffrey slumbered away with little boy dreams.

It was not long before this night, that Daniel and Jeffrey were spectators at their very first St. Louis Cardinals baseball game., a dream realized when Jeffrey’s grandparents surprised him with the tickets on his birthday, Daniel was even more excited than Jeffrey and immediately made plans for the big event.

Quietly, Daniel lay all of Jeffrey’s clothes out for the next day, before leaving his room and preparing for his own day to come, packing lunches, paying bills, making sure there was nothing left undone before embarking on their journey.

“Batter, batter,” chanted by the fans, they expected Albert Pujols to hit a homer each time he stood, ready to give it his all, having watched him play, religiously, Daniel enlisted his sidekick, Jeffrey, as part of the fan base of their home.

Falling into a deep sleep, partly from exhaustion and partly from having it all to do, Daniel drifted into a dream state, deeper than he had known in a long time, perhaps since she was by his side, before, well, before, she drifted off and didn’t wake up; Daniel dreamed that he was sitting at Busch Stadium, Tiffany by his side and Daniel on her lap, watching the pre-game activities, he looked in her eyes and grinned, bouncing Jeffrey on her knee, Tiffany smiled back, winking and then looked at their son as he babbled in baby talk, having a gleeful time.

Waking from his sleep, Daniel wiped the tears from his eyes, then got up to check on Jeffrey, who was still soundly sleeping; Placing his hand on his son’s warm head, he said a prayer and went back to bed, thinking about that wink and how someday he would find her again by his side.

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There you have it, the Six Sentence Story, thanks to the devotion of Denise as she provides the weekly prompt and makes sure we have a place to share our stories. Thanks so much to her. If you wish to participate, go to this LINK

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:  CARDINAL