{ 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 : COFFEE
A Tale from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro. }
“And though he greatly failed, more greatly dared.”
Ovid, Metamorphoses
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“You’ve been hit by a lightning, barely survived the labyrinth of the second one, and you’re going to light a cigar…really…you crazy Gatekeeper” I stated to him with a voice neither harsh nor soft, more like a Whiskey Sour: 2 ounces of affection, ¾ ounce of stern (freshly squeezed), ½ ounce of Bloody Nora, with the optional garnish of Zooterkins bitters.
Nick’s reply came under his usual cryptic way (that starts to annoy the holy macaroni out of people, nevertheless heard it was), with a voice bearing the same scars as a driftwood at the end of its journey:
“I don’t give a flying frying pan about the cigar; it is the smoke clouds it creates I gaze upon and meditate with.”
A sideway glance at Nick enjoying the wind (Windward, is it ?) from the topless car, like a Labrador sticking its head out of the window in ecstasy from the confluence of smells and sights, was sufficient to realize he was not messin’ with me; traffic was not existing in this scenic route towards the Six Sentence Café & Bistro and the extra miles are a small price to pay for a chance to watch the needle of the tachometer climb at summits, that in every other occasion would sent an invitation to every County patrol car.
He returned my glance with a smile he utterly failed to prevent from conquering every inch of his long-bearded face; “Imagine you are reading a captivating story, when suddenly your eyes loose focus…will you wait for the doctor to prescribe a pair of new glasses or will you use whatever is available enabling you to follow the thread weaved in the book you are holding…despite knowing, in advance, you will probably feel sea sick from using lenses that do not belong to you?”
The V8 was unleashing roars that no damn sound emulation of any electric car will ever replicate; at the very edge of connection between human and machine, at a climactic Corte tango where all possibilities exist in either form, I could see what he was saying: it is like using smoke to reveal unseen laser beams waiting to cut you into pieces of uncertainty, fear & self-doubt…
The Café was a different kind of busy around its entrance, in the sense that Mimi was teaching Hūnga how to hold his licker ( although she really didn’t want him to), Ford was parked at the leather chair ( the only one who could sit where it was reserved only for the Gatekeeper) after taking Hūnga for a run with his bicycle, Chris, Jenne and Tom were comfortably watching the unfolding events from a shaded table as they were chatting and enjoying a signature SSC&B smoothie, an apricot cocktail and a latte coffee;
Clark was leaning against the Bistro door with a smile on his face, the magnitude of which would send him asap to run self-diagnostics (but not this Sunday) and Denise was savoring every nanosecond of the moment, watching like a proud mom Hūnga melt every resistance (nothing aloof around this woof) when following the sudden change of focus in his gooey caramel colored eyes, she saw Nick approaching – she greeted him with a Roger Waters-Money-bass-riff-of-a-question; “ Any left for me to create some smoke of my own?”
“It has been my experience that folks who have no vices
have very few virtues.”
Abraham Lincoln and Nick the Gatekeeper
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Bonus content – cigar quotes!
A good smoker, like a good lover, always takes his time with a cigar.
I use my cigar smoke as idiot repellent.
Some people meditate. I smoke cigars.
Smoking cigars is like falling in love; first you are attracted to its shape;
you stay for its flavour; and you must always remember never, never let the flame go out.
I’m holding a cigar. Yes, I’m busy!
Imagine life without cigars…
Now slap yourself and never do it again!
🤣 That last quote made me chuckle, Nick!
It’s either the heat or all the cigar smoke around here, but were we in a car? You were in a car twice? What’s in this coffee??? 😵💫
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Lol Tom, glad you had a laugh 🤣
If you have to ask…then, no you were not in the car!
Me not narrating as me in first person is a curve ball, at least intends to be one.
Hey, SSC&B does not add anything in the coffee…
…although yours may had dimethyltriptamine and a bit of psilocybin 😎
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No, I didn’t mean me me, I meant everyone collectively… I think. Actually, I don’t know what I meant.
Is it Tuesday? I think your curve ball took me with it… and the dimmytripammnmn and psylocbin didn’t help. And the heat – that certainly didn’t help.
Sorry for any confusion, Nick… I hope this has sorted it! 🤪
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Nothing to sort my friend. 🙂
Dazed and confused we can be every day of the week, of every month we choose.
And have fun, while we are at it!!
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Now, having fun is what I can do! 😃 Dazed and confused or not!
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Really good. And another hero who favored cigars: Lt Columbo, TV detective.
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Thank you.
Yes, Peter Falk was iconic.
” Just one more thing…” 🙂
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🙂
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For some sick reason every time I hear the word ‘cigar’ I think of Bill Clinton and, only enough, not even a mention of him in your post. Go figure. 🤷🏼♀️
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Nancy, Nancy…WHY?
I just googled Clinton and cigar…believe it or not, I had missed the particulars of this story…and now (Thank you!) the image is imprinted in my subconscious!!😜😂
Misery loves company…and now we can share!! lol
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Hahaha! Sorry I ruined your day! I just assumed everyone knew. 🤣
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No worries! You good!!
I love that you commented your true thoughts!
Yeap, you just discovered the last of the Mohicans 😂😂
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Good old Slick Willy! Probably one of the sleaziest presidents to defile the Oval Office! 🤣
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An interesting story Spira.
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Thank you Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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There’s nothing like cigar smoke, unless it’s good pipe tobacco smoke.
Dogs that want to kiss you are going to kiss you, and welcome to it.
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Very true that.
Also, very very true!!
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The smell of cigars… mmmm. And I have felt seasick from using the wrong pair of lenses, never again.
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(Since I have no name to use I will use Stardust – shorter than classypoetryandwine lol. Spira is the artist, Nick is the human behind Spira)
So Stardust…that mmmm brought a smile to me face!
Never say never! lol
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(damn! like getting to the party twenty-three minutes late… not that I’d have it any other way)
fun ride (Narrator as shot-gun, I totally like the style*
Love what you’ve done to the place (the mgic of the SSC&B is surely it’s capacity to be what it needs to be when a Proprietor, customer, character or Reader, needs and/or would benefit from)
(Got some kind of visual mashup of a Led Zep album cover, the set of Carlos Santana’s vid ‘Smooth’ and a cantina over-looking the Gulf of California)
…be back.
*and, at least to me, the freedom of the observation/reflection of such a POV
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[or twenty-three minutes early…constructs Clark, constructs…apart from the inescapable pressure they apply at certain …times (pun intended)]
yes is a tricky POV, exploring it; although, even if I conveyed poorly, Nick is riding shotgun – the Narrator (with an unclaimed yet identity), of the first five sentences, is driving the car and the story 🙂
Thank you. it is always a relief to see initiatives work out.
(your mashup…is goood!)
Will be here. Just received a new blend to test for a SSC&B coffee…join!
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good job with this. love the quote
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Thank you Paul. Much truth in it…
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Wondering who the narrator is who’s driving Nick along. Love the labrador sticking its head out of the window analogy – yes, sheer ecstasy. And for me, whose knees go weak at the smell of cigar smoke, a most atmospheric piece.
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Jenne, I am most glad someone realized the point of view of the narration , enough so, that wondered about the narrator’s identity – even more glad that someone is you!
( with the perception you possess, I would love to see a story one day from you about a …sword; as there is no doubt, you both can cut right through)
The Narrator…well, it is summer in the Northern hemisphere …can I be a bit cryptic? 😊 ( chorus: for f s Nick…jeeez!!)
I will let the Narrator unveil her identity, herself…
Who knows…maybe it was you, comfortably settling at your table at the SSC&B before my arrival…who knows
Thanks Jenne. Do guch rud.
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στη ζωή (I hope it means what i think it means!) and καληνυχτα
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Oidhche mhath Jenne.
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“a voice bearing the same scars as a driftwood at the end of its journey..”
And Nick goes renegade, lol
The Gatekeeper, passenger for once, enjoying the freedom of open air driving at speeds only found on open road. No wonder he lit up. Such a ride deserves the smoke. Is it a wonder, the Bartender should want to know what it’s all about?!
Love the scene you painted at the SS&B.
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I beg your pardon…second time, that is, the Gatekeeper is a passenger.
Epilogus at Ressurexit….Denise was driving…I believe you’ve met her 😎
No, it is not a wonder. At all.
Love that you loved the scene!
(I do not dare to think of the consequences, in case you didn’t lol😂)
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That was quite a ride so the story goes. How could I have forgotten! 😎
😆
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