Tag: Six Sentence Stories
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Deli Magic
She leant on the counter looking through the glass at the goodies laid out on the canvas cloth beyond, and she spotted the last remaining slice of cake – the pale pink icing, the layer of cream between the two halves, the side of fresh fruit – she wanted it; her mouth watered so much…
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The Spirit of the Pianist’s Dance
The last sentence on his mind triggered a thought; a memory – an invitation perhaps… for Friday – this Friday – he was sure… but he wasn’t quite at that last sentence just yet. The raindrops fell heavy, competing with the crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning; with double doors wide open the pianist…
