For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Milk.
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After a while she felt ready to return to her cottage, after all, it belonged to her having inherited it from her Gran along with a fair amount of money she’d managed to conceal from him.
It was just as she had left it but for a layer of dust and a damp musty smell in the air, the bath was still filled with stagnant water, and her cast-off clothes were scattered all over the floor.
The next day she awoke to a beautiful sunbathed morning, she threw open the curtains and windows, and let the fragrant warm air fill the room, it was time to get her life back on track.
She’d walk down to the village, get food, milk, wine and cleaning materials, and on her way, call in at the charity shop, hand over all the dowdy clothes he’d made her wear and maybe even find a few attractive garments.
As she approached the shop she gasped, for there in the window was a mannequin, its head turned towards her, and it was wearing the leopard print dress.
She rushed home, burst through the door and collapsed on the sofa and then noticed something, for there on the side table sat his wedding ring, a bunch of keys and the picture of them together that he’d kept in his wallet; a feeling of calm washed over her, the mist within her mind began to clear, and somehow she knew he’d finally disappeared.
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting
So, he’s gone? I suspect she is only imagining that he left. Nice, intriguing tale!
We shall see! Thanks, Frank.
Oh I hope so! Nicely told story Keith
Me too, only time will tell! Thanks, Sadje.
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Nice job connecting the parts Keith and tying them together. Hopefully he’s really gone and all is well. Nice touch of drama with the dress on the mannequin!
Thanks so much, Suzette!
Disappeared? One can only hope…
She seems pretty sure!
I’ve been reading your blogs for years. There is always a twist….
You know me too well!
I agree with Frank – I’m not convinced he’s actually gone. Besides the evidence from the text, there’s the fact that you still have six whole sentences to wrap this story up with, and I don’t think you’ll use all six sentences to give us a rainbows and butterflies ending. That said, I’m very excited to see how this all concludes next week, and what last bit of drama you have drafted to surprise us all before you conclude and wrap it all up.
Excellently written story, Keith. You do both humour and serious tales so well.
A rainbows and butterflies ending, I like that! Maybe, maybe not!
Thanks so much for your kind words, Nicole.
Ooh, how mysterious, Keith! I’ll have to read all the other parts to piece it together properly, I imagine! 🙂
Thank you, I hope you enjoy them, Sunra!
Okay, I just got caught up on the previous chapters. So I have trouble believing her belief that this time he’s gone. The question though- why?
Thanks so much, however, I couldn’t possibly comment!
did she bury him in the garden with the cat?
I wonder! Thanks for dropping by, Ren.
is it a trick?
Not telling!
She can hope so, anyway. Men like this don’t give up so easily.
We shall see, Mimi!
About fricken time*.
* alas, from your demonstrations of narrative slight-of-hand in past Sixes, those of us in the Reader class, would do well not to relax too much.
I couldn’t possibly comment, except to say that both the above sentences could apply – or not as the case may be!
I don’t think he’s really gone. I can’t wait for the next one!
All will be revealed on Thursday! Thanks for tagging along. Maria.
I am excited!
Good riddance!
Absolutely!
Good riddance to that one, I say!
A grand tale, Keith! I wonder what you’re cooking up next.
Thanks, Nancy, I’m not entirely sure myself just yet!
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Nope! Not buyin’ it, Keith. Bring on the final Six!!
It’s ready and waiting!
I hope visit my blog…