Joey shot across the road and hurtled down the narrow alleyway that divided the terrace of tall buildings ahead of him, the northerly aspect of the dank thoroughfare rarely allowed the sun’s rays to penetrate, and his feet slid on the slippery cobbles.
Hearing a shrill whistle behind him, Joey skidded around a corner into an even narrower passage and then another, losing himself in the maze of Victorian dereliction. Behind him, pounding feet were closing in, their speed more than a match for Joey’s; he swung around the edge of another building only to find himself faced by a huge, crumbling brick wall. He turned to face his pursuers – five unusually short, squat individuals crowded in, filling the width of the alleyway.
Joey spun round and launched himself at the wall, fingers and toes desperately scrabbling for purchase in the missing mortar between the bricks; finally, with a heroic effort, he hauled himself to the top and straddled the wall.
Joey peered down into the yard on the other side, where a bearded man leaned on the edge of an open doorway, smoking an unpretending cigar; the man stared back up at him and slowly raised an eyebrow.
Written in response to two challenges:
Di of Pensitivity 101’s Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: HEROIC, PRETEND, ASPECT
Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge’s Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: MATCH
Read more #SixSentenceStories here!
Photo credit: illustration from a book somewhere on my bookshelves which has mysteriously disappeared🐪
I’m loving this story more and more. The plot thickens.
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I’m so pleased you’re enjoying my ‘writing on the fly’, Sadje! 😊😁
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Absolutely!
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It gets better each week……………… !!
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Thanks, Di! You almost had me with the words this week. 😉😂
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I’m scheduled up to the 15th so far in case we lose our internet at changeover, so playing safe!!
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That’s good to know, Di. I wouldn’t want to be without those three little words!
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This is the first time I’ve ever seen a raised eyebrow for a cliff-hanger. I love it!
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Thanks, Liz! It leaves me plenty of room for manoeuvre… 😉
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You’re welcome, Chris! You make a good point plot maneuverability.
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The fact alone that you managed to balance the double D’s challenges without missing a beat and, as Mrs Gauffreau said, add a raised eyebrow as a cliffhanger…is a feat worthy of all the praise to come!!
👏👏👏
🤨
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Thanks so much, my friend (in the yard). 😊
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So Joey’s got away again… or has he? Can’t wait for the next part, Chris!
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You won’t be surprised if I told you that I really don’t know, will you Tom?🤔😉
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Not in the slightest, Chris! 😄
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😁
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Good one Chris! I’m wondering if the man with the cigar and the raised eyebrow will turn out to be friend or foe? 🤔
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Good question, Debra! We’ll just have to see which way the camel leads… 🐪
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🤔🤔
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For some reason I thought they were going to help him 😳
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Interesting, Deb. I have a feeling that we might see them again and find out what part they have to play in the overall story.🐪😉
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I look forward to it Chris. I simply adore your serials
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Aw, Deb, you’re making me blush!😊
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I’m hooked – this story in episodic delivery harkens back to the newspaper serials that I remember as a kid!
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That’s a lovely compliment, Val. Thank you. 🙂
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Ooh, I love how the suspense is mounting here! ❤
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Thanks so much, Tom! Especially coming from ‘Mr Suspense’ himself 🙂
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You’ve done it again, Chris–BRAVO!!!
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Thanks so much, Zelda! 🙂
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You’re most welcome always 🙂
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I’m with Liz (above)… a simple, non-verbal gesture (the raised eyebrow) totally effective ending. (Like all good writing it leaves the Reader with a framework but an empty canvas…)
and… and! trolls!*
Excellent installment, yo
*or dwarves or something, chasing Joey
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As you know, Clark, there’s more to this story (than meets the eye).
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I get the feeling that bearded man on the other side of the wall was waiting for him. I doubt those pursuers will be able to climb the wall.
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Was the bearded man waiting, or simply having a smoke? As for the pursuers they’ll have a job climbing a wall that high. Thanks, Frank!
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My goodness, you had me on the edge of my seat! A brilliant instalment.
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That’s a lovely compliment. Thanks, Keith!
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I am sliding on those cobblestones – excellent imagery, Chris.
Can’t help but wonder that Joey didn’t have a little help scaling that wall.
“where a bearded man leaned on the edge of an open doorway”…know where this is going, right?😁
Our bearded man stepping out for a smoke…’course he’d raise an eyebrow, lol
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You got the hint, D! 🙂
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He lives to run another day.
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He does, Mimi! 🙂
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“I told you, didn’t I tell you? It’s just what the Bartender said, she totally said there’s a subtext and that Nick guy is Captain Nemo,” the sophomore stared off into upper-visual-mode-left as he felt the possibility of a slight, if not tenuous, connection being established between himself and the oddest member of a group of strange-in-a-cool-way people at the Café.
A smile from the tall, thin man, like a key change in a lengthy musical improvisation, shunted the young man’s thinking off on a side track that wasn’t there a moment ago.
“You’re right!” the college student continued in half of a conversation that, obvious to any observers, would more properly be categorized as a soliloquy… “Maybe Ahab… or hell, for that matter, Major Tom!”
Looking back along his verbal trajectory, the sophomore watched as the dark wedge of a half-closed door swallowed itself and, with a laugh, went in search of Nick.
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When worlds collide, eh…?
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Once the Serial story gets underway in earnest, I suspect, in the process of a Reader following a narrative trail, we’ll realize that each Proprietor is the map.
… don’t try to open the glove compartment!*
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* …lol
I rest my case,
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Limitless opportunities, methinks!
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What an incredibly visual instalment, Chris! The moment I read, “the dank thoroughfare rarely allowed the sun’s rays to penetrate, and his feet slid on the slippery cobbles”, all I could see was the moss. Bravo! (Oh, and another new word for me–unpretending–thank you 🤗 )
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I’m pleased you enjoyed the description, Susan. I was also pleased to find that new word. ‘Pretend’ was proving quite a struggle to include. 🙂
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It’s a good word. I’ve had it rolling around my head all day. 😊
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😁😉
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Oh my! After the frazzle, a cool man with a cigar watches…like the crest of a wave that won’t break until next week. Aaaargh!!
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The slow build up… 😉
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Now is the bearded fellow a friend or a foe. A good ending, Chris.
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I think I’m about to find out!
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[…] Previously […]
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Good one Chris. I like the surprise turn into café territory! Wasn’t expecting that…
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Neither was I, our cigar wielding colleague appeared out of nowhere! 😉😂
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