Benny Gravell decided to walk after the heavy downpour, even though much of the ground was soggy. He’d finally made up his mind to visit a part of town he’d never been to before, the Far Side.
He reached his destination in quick time considering the marshy, boggy and swampy conditions he had to trudge through, although his hide foot coverings protected him from most of the mud.
The cave he wanted to visit was ahead of him – he could see the name of the place etched in stone above the entrance The Six Sentence Café and Bistro – and could hear the club band already playing from inside; standing in the doorway, waiting, was his wife, her dark hair a stark contrast to her white leopard spot dress and matching stone necklace.
“I saw you walking across the bog,” Bonnie smiled as he approached her, “you should’ve walked around the edge like I did, there are lots of stepping stones that way!”
“So, is that them I can hear,” Benny asked, his wife nodding enthusiastically, “imagine… Strike the Dinosaur playing here, of all places!”
A nip back in time for my second post for Six Sentence Stories, where the prompt word this week is ‘Strike’.