{ 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 : ERUPTION
A Tale from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, continuing from City…Ain’t No Love In The Heart Of…}
Take Me With You
(1) The body remembers, the body knows…the coat of fur beneath my fingers, black, devoid of light as the edge of the universe; a small medallion on the chest, white, as solitary as the command Let there be Light; the eyes, seeking, longing, unwavering…you are not afraid…body pushed against mine and eyes, a dark honey burst of companionship and love, asking one and only question: Will you take me with you?
(2) What a beautiful Pittie you are…a pity you are one of the most misconceived breeds…and a boy you are…God, those eyes…tell you what, my home is nearby; if you keep following me I will take you inside and we’ll decide what’s next…C’mon boy!
(3) Alright, you are still here…make your self comf…OK, that’s a nice spot you picked, right in front of the fireplace…here, drink some water…Buddy, before I decide whether you become my dog or not, we have to do some tests.
(4) He tilts his head, “Huh?” …we got to do this buddy…
Good boy…let’s try this now, last one…bark if you like it – if you don’t, well, you already know what to do…
(5) I will answer your question now: You will not be my dog…
…I am going to be your human…
and if everything goes well, you will not be the Gatekeeper’s dog…
you will be the SSC&B’s dog…we need a name though…a name…he leans towards me and we touch our foreheads…like a Hongi…Maori…black…volcano…eruption…wait up , Maori dictionary – eruption…that’s it, we’ll call you Hūnga!
(6) Entrance intercom rings : Nick, you there?
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“I invoke the familiar muse
to aid me to sing the good dogs,
the poor dogs, the dirty dogs,
those whom everyone drives away…
… I sing the dirty dog, the poor dog,
the homeless dog, the stroller dog,
the dog buffoon.
I sing the distressful dogs
be they those that wander, alone,
in the winding gullies of the great cities.
Those who have said to the forsaken man
with blinking spiritual eyes:
Take me with you
and of our two miseries
we shall make a sort of joy.”
Baudelaire
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They do speak to us, to those who know their language. They speak through their eyes, through body movement and gestures, through their vocal expressions…
(“of course in front of the fireplace, man! I’ve been on the street for awhile, gets cold out there!”)
“…I am going to be your human…” Love that part. For our dogs, we are that, not “owner”.
#4 totally made me smile! Loved it. Was pretty sure he would pass your tests, lol
Hūnga. Cool name. And thanks to the Gatekeeper, The Six Sentence Café & Bistro now has a mascot. Let the stories continue…
P.S. Have never before read the text in your post script. This part, the end. Very touching.
“…Take me with you
and of our two miseries
we shall make a sort of joy.”
Baudelaire
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They do…remember that paw pressing against you? As gently to be comforting & as strongly to be reassuring…
(Of course!)
What else can we be with perfect beings?
Oh, you did!! I was pretty sure you would be mad about the Justin thing…being a fan & all…
Glad you like it – it has a deep exhale prerequisite I fancy.. Still, if any of the Proprietors feels like offering another name for this Pittie, please do so and the general reaction will decide the outcome.
Yes, the SSC&B does…Let them “more” continue in new dimensions…
Touching it is.
Thank you, Denise.
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Hūnga; the bringer of emotion, or the condensed essence in physical form of the waves of emotional energy created in a volcanic eruption. I like personifications, Nick, and a dog is a good channel for emotional energy. The name suits him well.
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Tom, I just love your comment…Hūnga ,The Bringer of Emotion!
It seems Hūnga it is! Thank you.
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Excellent! 🙂
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Beautiful, heartwarming story Spira.
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Thank you Sadje! Heartwarming is an absolute necessity.
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You’re most welcome, and so right.
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Hotdog! Now the SSC&B has two entities to guard its doorway. The name is cool. I saw a number of doggie treats, blankets and bowls, and those plastic squeaky toy things last time I was in the supply room.
The Baudelaire quote is powerful!
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Haha, thanks mate! Yes it does. But you may be (or not) surprised that Hūnga can do a lot more than guarding doors.
Good thing The Bartender managed to squeeze them supplies in our budget!
Powerful it is.
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And the tuneage! (Just here for a minute, will return for more considered response)… but! will stay to listen to one of the top five rock songs of all time.)
(Favorite line by another person about loud music, “As I got into town I had to lower the volume on the radio so I could see better.’)
Excellent name.
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Agreed on all points!
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It looks like he passed the first test of picking the fireplace.
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With flying colors Frank!
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Hooray! Is he the kind of pit that “can’t hold his licker?” Or a bit more subdued? No matter, he is loved already.
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I melted with your Hooray and “he is loved already”.
Oh, he can hold his alright. Hūnga is a sucker for cuddles. And, as Clark said, he WILL leap into the jaws of any threat.
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When a pit bull “can’t hold his licker,” it means he can hardly control his tongue and has to be licking everyone around him, especially during cuddles.
My heart aches for the loss of that dear soul, i pray her journey was gentle.
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Copy that. I guess he is somewhat eclectic as to whom he kisses!
Thank you. It was…and it was what she wanted.
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Dear friends, unfortunate life events (have to escort a dear soul to her last journey) been keeping me from interacting with you atmo.
You are all appreciated and I will get back to you and your sixes.
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Brilliant!
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Thank you! Any time Zorah wishes to go with him for a walk at the park…easy-peasy.
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Sounds lovely–I use a cane so we’ll go slow 🙂
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Addendum to Comment: one of the best of all/simplest of all physical experiences, dog (sitting on haunches) leaning against your leg. Not to rest, not to goof off, she/he will still leap into the jaws of any threat but the bonding is affirmed without distraction or comment.
(If I may: the thoughts of the Proprietors (and Tom) are with you.)
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Yes, yes & yes!
( Thank you-they were felt).
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Who could say no to those sweet brown eyes?
A best friend for sure, and a protective spirit for the Cafe.
Simply lovely ode.
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Liz, you spoke from the heart…and from my heart I say to you…Thank you!
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