Howie and Margi grew up in the same neighborhood, both in big houses with big families, rather large nests, you might say, full of fun and simply full of life.
It was no surprise when Howie and Margi married and built their own little nest right in the same town where they grew up.
Before long, the two lovebirds decided to start a family and their nest grew and grew and grew.
Happy to be together as one big family, the children, Mary, Karen, Debbie, and Chuck were content with their lives and none were in a hurry to leave their nest.
One by one, each of the children became adults and went on with their lives and built their own kinds of nests, varied, but all with the spirit of happiness and hope.
Howie and Margi now have their own little nest with just the two of them and they are content that they built a great nest for all their family and look forward to an empty nest, once again.
Migration is happening with my body, aging as it is, it’s heading Southward in the fat zone. Onward into the bellies, upper and lower, buttocks, thighs, hips, legs, you get the picture. Voluminous, it feels as water weight joins the adipose tissues, further weighing down my lower extremities. Inching tight jeans slowly over my thighs, gripping the waist to come together and zip snuggly over the belly. Negating the inevitable, I understand there is one way to resolve the issues. Gratitude wins as I come to realize that not everybody gets the chance to have such challenges with life.
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So, there’s my Six Sentence Story. Would you like to join? Go to this LiNK! Every week Denise posts a word prompt for us to write to and this week’s word was MIGRATION.
Letting go of all future concerns, it was difficult for Edward.
Edward had a heritage of hard-working family who instilled a work ethic.
Gently, Elaine helped Edward to his favorite resting chair so he could enjoy the sunbeams.
Even with plenty of love in place, supporting his every need, Edward felt sad.
Needing the help of others, Edward felt ashamed.
Determined to be the legend who wins, Edward set forth a plan.
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There you go! That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week. Thanks to Denise of Girlie on the Edge for faithfully providing these prompts and cheering us on. Won’t you join? Join us here
“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 🙂
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 🙂
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