{ Denise gracefully hosts Six Sentence Stories; where writers unleash their magic under one simple rule: in no more or no less than 6 sentences.
This week’s prompt word is : CONTROL }
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The deeper that you bleed
It’s that hour of dawn that sounds like 10 gauge strings , spring reverb and a Tube Screamer TS-808 with the control knobs shy of two o’clock, over a tube amp…
A good night it was – not as good with the Four missing, but we managed; Tom luckily stopped in straight into the kitchen ( the benefits of back alley doors) and did what others may perceive as magic (but isn’t that the case when witnessing someone perform with intense love and focus?); and Ford is, well, Ford is ever-present, full stop.
I remain unseen at the back corner of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro as I watch Clark the Tall thin man walk out of the club; his last words echo softly in the presumed empty Café.
My hand touches the wooden box on the table containing the gift of a Highland Park 30 years old single malt, remaining unopened (oh, you really thought I would open it?); a spirit as this one serves only as a portal to a communion ( id est the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially on a mental or spiritual level)- and so it will remain until such an occasion appears on the horizon.
“…control of the future is anything more than a fool’s mission” the tall thin man said as he opened the door of the Café allowing the morning sounds to enter; oh, I’ve got those words etched with fire on my skin, I thought…and that is the only way towards understanding their meaning…through fire.
His phone’s blinking red battery light, like a china red navigational buoy, marked his last words :” I love you.”;
waited a few minutes for my eyes to return to their normal humidity-alas, they resisted; so I lighted an incense stick, pressed Play and allowed the dawn light on my face as Mostly Autumn painted the moment…”
“The stronger you are, the weaker you feel
The deeper that you bleed, the further you will reach
The higher you climb, the further you fall
The harder that you love, the harder that you hurt”
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inSPIRAtion 
Create palpable-atmosphere much, dude?
lol serially, like stepping out of the theatre after a matinee screening of Road Warrior the thought ‘This vehicles are so plain….”
btw?
your line: “…my eyes to return to their normal humidity”
damn! I spent an hour trying to get something even close to that
Good Six, yo
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By the company I keep…
Thank you.
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I like the thought of controlling the future being “more than a fool’s mission”.
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To be fair, it is not the whole sentence by Clark’s Six :
“Gotta go; the dawn light and solitary morning sounds make the streets and alleys here as close to a church as I need, the day at this moment is all promise and, given how few are up and about, offers little temptation to believe that control of the future is anything more than a fool’s mission; I love you.”
Always good to see you here Frank.
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Excellent, all the way around.
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Many thanks! We kept the fort…in one piece, haha!
Though, as you pointed out, it remains a timeless truth that many do not appreciate what they’ve got until its gone, (even if gone is only for a night out…)
My two cents? We need eachother more than we realize.
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So much to process here, so intense.
But that’s kind-of the point, isn’t it?
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I guess it is Liz… at least when the point genuinely appears and jabs you demanding a way out!
Many many thanks for your to-the-point thoughts!
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Beautifully written, Spira, leaving me with a profound sense of wonder at the point where imagination and reality collide – yes, we do need each other more than we realise.
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Thank you dear Raconteuse!
It is a point I explore for years and with your help I carry on doing so… – ain’t that the truth.
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Together we ride into that perfect point in time and space…
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We do…
…and from the looks of it, you 4 didn’t have a bad ride at all…no ma’am!
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👄🦭
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…earth to Spira…let my voice guide you back through the reverb…there you are –
Ah, to have been a fly on the Café wall, lol. We had all the confidence no bail money would be required or insurance adjusters contacted, lol
Indeed, until such time.
Breaking out the wah wah when I tell you the comments left so far cover many of my own reactions to your Six. Last sentence. Intense. And all that that implies.
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Ha, nothing better than a voice matching the red hot amp tubes to guide you through the refracting echoes of the reverb –
Ahem, I wouldn’t be so sure about the bail money…but not to worry, we’ll talk about it Monday morning at the budget meeting. All I can say is that some dude, a young one, well he went above and beyond 😉
Wah wah pressed all the way, repeating By the company I keep…and..C ds.
Thank you.
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Intense piece, Spira, beautifully written.
That last paragraph inparticular.
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Thank you Jenne.
I really appreciate it – especially coming from one whose written intensity, implied or explicit, is masterfully crafted.
Now, please do tell…is the bandage inside of your forearm still in place?
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