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 : METER
A Tale from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
Thinking Of Home
Nick the Gatekeeper locked the door behind him (the irony of names) as he entered the 3.03 am scent of a city asleep; usually Denise the Bar Tender would stay late to keep up with the grind logistics/bookkeeping of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro is; but courtesy of Clark the Tall Thin Man(ager) she was helping Lou out at the bar of The Bottom of the Sea Strip Club & Lounge.
Hūnga not complaining underneath heavy rain is focused on Nick, waiting the final verdict on whether it’s gonna be on foot or a motorcycle ride back home…Let’s walk buddy, let’s walk…ain’t no hiding from the pouring rain now.
An hour later, Hūnga is dreaming in front of the lit fireplace, Nick is sitting next to him on the floor, a vinyl on the turntable playing softly enough not to cover the sound of falling rain & Hūnga‘s breathing but not loud enough to quiet the voice in his head…ce y…see why…see what?
Distance and Time, those two white horses galloping endlessly…they won’t stop if I fall off the wagon…tough luck…now, I am on foot walking, gasping for air, running to get closer to home but always behind the damned horses…they don’t stop…but…I can…stop.
Got no words left, none unsaid…memory box opened…fuck, isn’t time supposed to be the great healer…I miss you…I love you…a scent of jasmine all around me…the door opens, Hūnga wakes up…You came.
BY THE COMPANY OF WARRIORS I KEEP
Spira / Nick © November 2022