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Once again Denise’s prompt for 6 Sentence Story arrives like a life raft on a stormy sea (cue the melodramatic music)–and a wonderful prompt word it is:  SIGN.  So if you’re not familiar yet, no worries, this is a friendly island oasis–just click her link above and start typing…it’s only 6 sentences, and gets you right in the door to join a crowd of fine authors!

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Ever since reading their pastor’s locally acclaimed biography, Lorelei had badgered her husband to take a break from his work so they could drive into Birchwick Cliff and check out the sites mentioned in Richard’s book.

Judd didn’t share her fascination with the mystique of a small town’s weird history (it had never crossed his mind to have a look)–she’d told him the details of Richard’s experiences as she eagerly read each chapter, so he’d had no need to read it himself; and though he’d gladly step away from his easel to satisfy his wife’s intimate needs, he was diligent about his second career–his commissioned paintings provided income which added to his retirement pension as savings for rainy days.

But she pleaded so prettily this day that he sighed and acquiesced–it wasn’t a long drive from their home in Westling, they’d be back for dinner and Lorelei would be happy.

The church they attended was located adjacent to the border of Birchwick Cliff, the town (but not IN it–as though resisting too close an association); that was the sum total of information to be had about the village named for the cliff–unless you determined to dig for it; Birchwick Cliff didn’t appear on area maps, and was not recognized, acknowledged by GPS authority. 

Quoting Richard’s book: “if you asked how to get to Birchwick Cliff, you’d likely be told to ‘take the road to the church…behind it is the town…next is the Cliff so watch your footing’.”

Richard had written that the town was cloaked in secrecy for reasons unspeakable–no outsider, especially Richard (a writer triggered suspicion), had ever found welcome there; one entered at one’s own risk (and potential folly)…the risk, vague and veiled; and Judd–despite Lorelei’s encouragement–was not seeing a single helpful sign.

~ Cale  (Part 2 continues tomorrow!)