The red-headed writer, aka the Raconteuse, was sitting outside on the small flat-roofed section of the old mill building, leaning her against the wall of the long-defunct elevator machine room; the upper floors of the large, storied building were derelict too, but the ground floor and basement were the busy hub of the thriving Six Sentence Café & Bistro, or at least they had been up until the outbreak of a small kitchen fire earlier that day.
It could have been worse; due to Tom’s rapid reaction and the prompt attendance of the fire department, the fire had been mostly confined to the sauté station, although the accompanying damage from the fire hoses had left the kitchen a soggy sooty mess; thankfully the rest of the Café had remained unscathed.
There was something else bothering her even more: the sudden disappearance of the Café’s doorman, the Gatekeeper, who’d subsequently been found dead in his apartment building, and despite communications from some female attorney, improbably called Finley Leana something-or-other, the Raconteuse was having difficulty accepting her fellow Proprietor’s demise; she sighed, if only she could rewrite that particular chapter in the SSC&B’s history.
She felt the reassuring solidity of the object she was holding, once described as a ‘non-functioning prop’, a purely fictional item, the silver cigarette lighter was now tangible, although granted, it didn’t actually work, which was probably just as well, since the lack of ignition fluid absolved her from any suspicion as to the cause of the fire, should there be an inquiry.
The point was, she had brought an item from one of her stories into her own actuality; maybe this newly-found phenomenon, where imagination and reality had collided to produce a tangible object, could be harnessed; as she slipped the lighter into her pocket her thoughts drifted to Jenne’s Time Travelling Tomahawk, still stowed on a shelf behind the bar, Jenne had said that she could borrow it.
She took out her notebook and pencil and started to write.
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This has been my second offering this week for Denise’s Six Sentence Story Challenge where this week’s prompt word was fluid.
I would also refer my reader to the following linked Tales from the SSC&B: Why Exit Now? by Spira, Baptism by Fire by Denise and this week’s Six Sentence Story – The Wakefield Doctrine by Clark.
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Very engrossing story Chris
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Thanks, Sadje! – Pushing the fictional boundaries a little more…
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Indeed, and done so well.
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🙏😊
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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There have certainly been some odd events occurring at the SSC&B recently, Chris… unless they’re just more noticeable to me as a special guest star 😊!
I do like the crossover/realities colliding feel the Bistro brings, where absolutely anything can happen… and it does.
Here’s to more magic being interspersed between those individual six sentences. 🙂
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There certainly have, Tom, and you are indeed a major pawn in the plot!😉
More magic… yesssssss!
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Plenty of intrigue unfolding, for sure!
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A newly-found phenomenon but ancient as human thought…
…boundaries need some pushing every now and then…
…if only…
(Together we ride, the Raconteuse said…)
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…and who knows what we’ll find?
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Very intriguing set-up, Chris! Little hints of mystery that keep the reader guessing 🙂
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Hints and mysteries that are keeping the writer guessing too…!
Thanks, Tom 🙂
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I love it, you worked the cross over in so seamlessly. Wonderful
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Deb!
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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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Thanks, Philip!
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Fun breaking of the fourth wall, very “meta”! (That’s “metafiction,” not the latest Zuckerberg scheme to part people from their money.)
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I seems to have become a little bit lost in my own version of reality, Liz. 😆
(more Zuckerberg stuff… heaven forbid!)
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Yeah, Zuckerberg should just stick with the billions of dollars and mountains of personal data scrapings he already has.
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Agreed!
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Another fun read, Chris! I’m equal parts fascinated and worried about objects from our fictional worlds transporting themselves into ours 😬😂
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Thanks for the warning, Susan. I’ll try to be careful what I pick up! 😉😆
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🤣
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That was some six-sentence story, Chris. Rather amazing what you pulled off. 🙂 Those semi-colons come in handy. Lol. Well done. ❤
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Thanks very much, Diana! The semi-colon is definitely the ‘Sixers’ friend. 😉
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(Following in wonderment!)
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Hang on tight, Liz. I have no idea where this will lead…
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loved the line: “…just as well, since the lack of ignition fluid absolved her from any suspicion as to the cause of the fire, should there be an inquiry.”
It’s that, matter-of-fact, everyday tone that makes this Six so effective.
Trips into alternate timelines, which nearly every Reader enjoys, does not require the skill and finesse as does placing the fantastic into an ordinary context. Way more engaging for us Readers.
(I love the fundamental character of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro in how it can be whatever is needed/imagined/required. Again, quite skillful in making it an adaptive feature (here, the rooftop which easily coexists with the rest of the structure)
cool
(Can’t wait for the next installments!)
Parents had, and, now that you’ve brought it out of my own past, I believe the exact same style lighter is somewhere in my own house. lol
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I’m enjoying the ‘view from the top’. That lighter keeps turning up…
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I have my doubts about that “female attorney, improbably called Finley Leana something-or-other” as well. We’ll have to see what happens.
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I’m pleased you share my concerns, Frank.
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Quite compelling and clear. Leaves us on the edge, good enough for a continuation. I love the setting.
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Thanks so much, Lamittan!
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You’re most welcome, Chris. ❤
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I had to check the sentences–yep, looked like 6! Not as long as Faulkner, but caught my attention.
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I usually limit my ‘sixes’ to fewer words, but I didn’t want to leave anything out!
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Well done, Chris.
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😊
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you’ve once again proven why i love your fiction stories in the first place Chris…
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Aww, thanks so much, Mich. You make me blush!
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Your stories do live on the edge of reality. A place I enjoy being. I should make friends with more of your characters.🤩🤍
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They’d love to meet you, Jude!
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HI Chris, when I looked at the picture, I didn’t know what it was. I don’t smoke and I’ve never seen a lighter that looks quite like that. A jolly good tale.
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I’m not surprised you haven’t seen a lighter like that, Robbie. It’s very like one I came across when I was going through the stuff at my mom’s house. I think it dated from the 1940s and might have belonged to her father.
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Brava, Chris! Who knew about the rooftop at the Cafe?! I love it!
“…where imagination and reality had collided to produce a tangible object…” like your Six.
The title? Excellent.
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The Café continues to give up it’s secrets!
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