Six!

Keith's Ramblings

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Stan from the stables was making a right mess of drinking his beer, it was splashing and sploshing everywhere as he attempted to steer his tankard left-handedly toward his gaping mouth, his right arm being in plaster and a sling following an unfortunate accident; “it’s usually all of you that’s plastered, not just your arm”, quipped Colin, “what happened?” 

“Well”, spluttred Stan, “I fancied taking one of the horses out for a ride the other night, there’s something dream-like about roaming beneath a star-spangled sky in the moon light, anyway, a sudden flapping of wings startled Princess and she reared up sending me flying to the ground, hence this”; ”less a dream, more a night-mare!”  wisecracked Colin – he was really on form!

“I had a lovely dream the other night”, said young newby Norman, “I dreamt I was dancing with his beautiful girl and…; “your dream’s about to come true”, said Suzie leaping from her chair at the next table and grabbing Norman’s hand, “up you get, twinkletoes”, though why she called him that gawd-only knows!

Seemingly unconcerned that My Old Man’s a Dustman was playing on the pub’s sound-system, they stood face to face, two arms forward, two arms back and off they went, sashaying, shimmying and shuffling twixt chair-sh and table-sh, while Norman’s hand slowly crept down Suzie’s back until it landed on her derriere causing her to squeal with delight; ”OY”, shouted Landlord Len, I’ll have no dirty dancing in my pub!” 

The ladies of the knitting circle couldn’t believe what they’d just witnessed, they’d been sitting motionless as if frozen in time, needles poised, mouths open until they suddenly came back to life as if someone had flipped a switch; po-faced Phylis marched across the bar and poked Norman with her Number 9 Double-pointer, “your mother would be ashamed of you”, she said, “don’t pretend it was unintended, you can’t pull the wool over my eyes”.

When everyone had left for the night, Len went to turn off the music, but decided against it when ‘I Will Always Love You’ started playing, he walked through the door to the function room and suddenly he imagined he was back at his wedding reception; across the room he saw his beloved and much missed wife Maggie; “may I have the pleasure of the next dance?” he said as he stared into the distance.

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Thanks to Denise for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Dream.

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Incase you are  not familiar with it, this is My Old Man’s A Dustman by Lonnie Donegan, from way back in 1956!

23 thoughts on “Six!”

  1. Frank Hubeny's avatar Frank Hubeny Aug 22, 2024 / 17:24

    Nice ending. And nice dancing by Norman and Suzie. Also, nice comment from Colin: “it’s usually all of you that’s plastered”

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  2. Suzette Benjamin's avatar Suzette Benjamin Aug 22, 2024 / 19:20

    Beautiful ending, Keith! Music does have that special way of allowing one to revisit a special someone.

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  5. messymimi's meanderings's avatar messymimi's meanderings Aug 22, 2024 / 22:14

    Oooh la la! A little sparking going on at the old Baaamy this week. The song is certainly a fun one.

    Landlord Len is a right softie.

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  7. Chris Hall's avatar Chris Hall Aug 23, 2024 / 15:03

    The sad ending, but then the wonderful Lonnie Donegan! Wow, that takes me back…

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  9. Nicole Horlings's avatar Nicole Horlings Aug 24, 2024 / 03:51

    Loved the night-mare pun! And music’s magically ability to pull us into a trance-like dream… ah, that’s real!

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  10. clark's avatar clark Aug 25, 2024 / 03:31

    Put me down inn the ‘wonderful ending’.

    (sure hijinks of the reg’lars is good fun, and for all of that, got we Readers off our guard… the better the surprise ending/insight into a character’s life> win-win)

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