Keith's Ramblings

…for Six Sentence Stories where this week’s given word is Gesture

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It was just another evening at The Baaamy Inn and Arthur was talking about something that happened the previous day, “it was Joy’s birthday and I thought it would be a nice gesture to make her a cake instead of buying one like I usually do, well, it turned out pretty well so I soaked in brandy, Joy likes brandy, stuck in a candle, lit it then asked her to blow it out, well, she blew, some sparks flew downward and it burst into flames like a cake flambé – Joy looks odd without eyebrows!”

“I saw Jess Turner the other day”  said Knitter Natalie, “I was walking along the high street and she was over the other side of the road, she waved and tried shouting something but I couldn’t make out what she was saying because of the traffic noise, so she started gesturing; she pointed up the road, put her hand to her mouth as if she was drinking from a cup, coughed, pointed to her watch and suck one finger up, I assumed she meant meet me along there for a cup of coffee in one hour, anyway, I waited in the cafe but she never showed up and when I saw her at the Women’s Institute meeting the next day she said ‘I sat in (cough) the pub for ages (cough) and you didn’t (cough) come…I wish I could get rid of this wretched cough (cough)…fancy a coffee?“

Village priest Richard, aka Dick the Vic came into the bar with his son Luke, it was his eighteenth birthday and time for him to enjoy his first ‘legal’ drop of beer; Dick purchased a pint of frothing ale from the bar, made a gesture above it, muttered something under his breath then gave it to Luke who cleared his throat and said, “one Corinthians thirteen eleven, when I was a child I spoke as a child, understood as a child, and thought as a child, then when I became a man I put away childish things and…drank beer, cheers everybody!”

A group of people in the corner were playing charades, that game were one person uses gestures, facial expressions and movements to describe something, and the others have to guess what it is; all eyes were upon them as they enacted this that and the other, in fact some things appeared be a bit racy causing Landlord Len to wave in their direction and wag his finger from side to side as if to say ‘careful what you’re doing’, however the players wrongly assumed he was joining in and the more he tried to calm things down the rowdier they got; “I know, you are a beetroot”, shouted one of them the pointing at Len’s bright red face – they were shown the door!

Jester Colin decided it was time to cause a distraction and calm things down, “there’s only one cake I don’t like, stomach ache – sad coffee is called depresso –  a small gesture is known as  a microwave – a clown held the door open for me the other day, it was a nice jester – nodding has its up and downs – its said that most people lean slightly forward when they nod their head, I’m inclined to agree – the inventor of cough drops died the other day, there’ll be no coffin at his funeral – the pony needed cough syrup because his throat was a little horse….”.

Landlord Len was erasing an item from the chalkboard menu, “what are you getting rid of?”, asked Ted, “well”, said Len, “Dora the Duck in the pond out the back has just produced five little ducklings, so I thought it would be a gesture of respect to remove duck l‘orange from the food offering for a while”. 

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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting…