Poetry ~ Cabbage After Christmas

Together again, we’ve gathered at the invitation of our inspiring host, Denise–who teases us each week with a word prompt sure to make writers salivate and plan their next 6-Sentence Story.  We’ve got everything, among our talented writers: engaging mystery, romance, fantasy/sci-fi, drama, humor…even some tomfoolery now and then😉. 

So you’ve come to the right spot for a creative nudge.  Everyone is welcome–come in for a meet & greet, and get the only rule:  write a story in 6 sentences using the current word prompt.  Click the link below and you’re all set!  The Prompt is SWING.

https://girlieontheedge1.wordpress.com/2026/03/18/its-thursdays-six-sentence-story-blog-hop-63/

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Judd had watched Lorelei closely for mood swings since telling her Richard would give them a tour of Birchwick Cliff, the town; she’d gone from surprised, to pleased, to quiet–which usually indicated nervousness (in this case, specifically due to their aborted first visit when warning signs at the locked gate refused them).

They were once more approaching the intimidating wrought iron gate where Richard said he’d meet them, to make certain it was unlocked–which triggered Judd’s detective sensibility: if the huge and heavy padlock and chain were secured even during daylight, how did business people and residents get in and out?

Richard had also told him he could leave his car outside the gate, “it will be safe”–(safer than inside it? Judd wondered); and as Richard appeared, Judd parked and locked it on faith, and he and his wife entered, the three of them making small talk.

Lorelie remaind quiet as Richard began describing the community’s layout, and various buildings which had received make-overs since he’d chosen to reside there, after his nightmarish initial experiences.

“Visitors’ morbid curiosity leads them to ask to see two spots immediately”, Richard said with dry amusement: ‘The Victorian’–an exaggeratedly described ‘hotel’ with only 4 guest rooms where I stayed, thinking it a quiet place to write my novel; and this”–he gestured to the inviting book store.

Judd felt like he was on the set of a movie–“Carrie” came to mind, as he recalled Lorelei’s early mention (from reading Richard’s biography) of the fortune teller’s shop catching fire and killing her…on this piece of salvaged property where they stood, silent–as though listening for her guileful ghost shuffling tarot cards.

~ Cale

(to be continued, obviously😉)