
The sound of a small explosion emanated from the Manager’s office, rattling the door and causing the lettering to peel a tiny bit more from its glazed panel.
The Bartender and the Supplier had been busy arranging the new stock on the mirror-backed shelves behind the bar, while Mimi, and her spatula-wielding assistant, Tom had been in the newly-refurbished kitchen preparing for Saturday night’s crowd.
They arrived at the office door together, Tom entered first, his eyes sweeping the room: the Raconteuse, quietly dripping by the fireplace, and the picture of the galleon hanging on the wall behind her.
Tom stepped forward, searching the red-haired writer’s face for an explanation, but none came; he reached behind her, running his finger around the damp picture frame: ‘I believe we have experienced a Dimensional Disturbance,’ he announced, glancing at the Raconteuse, ‘your escape route, might I surmise?’
The other Proprietors looked at Tom uncomprehendingly; Tom grinned, ‘it’s like a get-out-of-jail-free card for a blocked writer,’ he winked at the Raconteuse, ‘a stroke of luck that you introduced the Portal in here as a precaution before going to write yourself back in time.’
‘Luck had nothing to do with it,’ replied the Raconteuse.
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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 stroke.
*crafted on Canva by the author from an image on Pinterest
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Love it, so much fun 😊
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I’m delighted you enjoyed it, Deb 😊😂
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You really got my curiosity aroused. I particularly liked the bit about his eyes sweeping the room because he is our eyes looking for an explanation.
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Glad you enjoyed it!
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thanks so much, Michael! 😊🤗
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Luck has nothing to do with it, whatsoever.
Not at the SSC&B!
Keep colliding those particles, dear Chris.
(Tom & spatula…😁…one of these days I see them flying all over the place)
Speaking of monikers…maybe we should add to yours…CERN
Chris Est Raconteuse Naïade
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How very apt that moniker might be!
(fun fact: I stood inside the Large Hadron Collider when the tunnel was first built!)
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😯
See…nothing to do with luck!
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Damn! trés cool
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We might need to move that picture…
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Excellent as ever, Chris! There is so much opening out here – I am so taken by the idea of an author slipping between timeliness to re-craft their own story. Love it!
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How does one access such a portal? (Asking for a friend.)
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Alas, if only ’twere not fictional.😂
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Heh,heh . . .
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Your own personal booth and a special peach cocktail on the house, if you ever drop by, Liz! 🍹
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Thank you for the invitation, Chris!
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You’re welcome, Liz!
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(If I may)…
Were you ever to find yourself in the part of a large(ish) city, a neighborhood that being dared by school mates to go to and return with proof, the kind of hypo-parental adventure that is integral to treasured memories of youth, you might look for a small, unassuming sign over a door, set three granite steps down from the sidewalk.
If you do, in fact, have the correct location and enter, you might find your name on the guest list. (Along with a note: ‘FOTR* Redeemable for one free drink or half an adventure)
*’Friend of the Raconteuse’
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Of such things, fantasies are made… might need to print a few more of those tickets.
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Thank you, Clark. You make a strong case for me to venture into Boston, the closest large-ish city to me.
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Very interesting story Chris 👍🏼
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Thanks, Sadje. I’m pleased you enjoyed! 🙂
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You’re welcome
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This is Tom (and his spatula – it now seems to be attached to me!) commenting… over…
At least you’ve managed to get yourself back in the here and now, Chris, great news, even if you’re slightly damp. The thing with those Dimensional Disturbances, however, is they splinter… creating plot holes and sub-plots everywhere… meaning we can occasionally fall into them… and more interestingly, ‘things’ can fall out. It may be contained in the SSC&B… but that isn’t set in stone!
Only time will tell.
Well, time, and events from the Bistro, that is. 🙂
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Ah Tom, (sorry about the spatula, perhaps it’s the cake batter that makes it stick) I wondered if there might be consequences with such an unstable plot device. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see what falls out. Could be fun… or not. Let’s not think about the latter, because we know what happens when we think too much.😂🙄😬
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“Theenk? Theenk? We don’ need no steenkin…”*
** Tom, I think I may have thread-jumped on you guys, quite uninvited. Sorry.
Don’t mind the confusing foot note convention, I’m just trying to mask the fact that I have no way out…
Which, now that one of us mentioned it, glad you asked!
There is a place, probably a sub-basement (or maybe an attic) at the Café that consists of a large room with a sprinkler system plumbed into a reservoir of paint. By mechanisms vaguely understood, guests, friends, intruders, employees and even the occasional Proprietor awaken to find themselves in a corner as far from the door as is possible, given the geometry of the space.
The first step towards the door triggers the sprinkler (and) a sign: in bright, round, Broadway light bulbs:
‘Write Your Way Out of This‘
Part dojo, part time-out room, to wake up in this place is an unforgettable punishment or a terrible honor.
*old, pop culture cultural reference *Treasure of the Sierra Madre’ And, I might add, an example of getting an idea to be clever and totally being unable to close the deal**
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This sounds like a challenge, Clark… but at the Bistro, anything and everything is possible… 🙂
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*Wanders in to the sub-basement/attic/rarely-visited-room and picks something up off the floor*
“Did someone drop a metaphorical gauntlet?”
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( Chris! Those paint sprayers are on a hair-trigger… lets step out into the hall, back there by the old Che Guevara poster. Did I mention my ambition for learning ventriloquism? Here, let’s try.”
“Hey! Tom! yo! Me an Chris need the spare key to the loading dock. Do us a solid and run down and get it. It’s in Room 101 … no, wait, sorry, Room 103. You’ll see it on a hook on the wall opposite the door. Thanks, man.”
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Ha! Did you think I’d fall for that one, Clark… did you? Well, I did. (I hope it was the colour paint you wanted… 😏)
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Half opening an eye… sure, Tom’ll take care of it. Drifts on.
(that old poster’s a perfect touch)
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Indeed… but best be warned, just in case!
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Forewarned is forearmed… maybe 😉
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🙂
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damn! got so caught up in interrupting a conversation I forgot to say, ‘Good work, yo.’
Other than lifetime-distant unrequited love or an enduring regret, which none of us might be in thrall of, the capacity to dream into alternate timelines is surely the gift of whatever deities we might maintain.
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Off for a lie-down in the writer’s room up in the penthouse (did we have a penthouse before?)
“To sleep, perchance to dream…”
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Hiya! Sorry my comment appears to have wandered off somewhere!
Excellent as ever, Chris! There is so much opening out here – I am so taken by the idea of an author slipping between timelines to re-craft their own story. Love it!
There you go!
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Thanks, Chris. Fantasy fiction can be such fun! 🙂
(I’ll check my spam later too)
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🙂
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I didn’t find you in there.
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Keep looking!!
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Rest assured, Chris. Since I had a couple of ‘spam incidents’, I regularly check to make sure no-one need fishing out from mine.🎣
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Delighted to hear that! 🙂
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Loved how this unfolded! Great little snippet, Chris 🙂
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it, Tom! 🙂
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La Raconteuse is on the money. Luck (and consensus establishes) had nothing to do with it! I daresay luck doesn’t ever factor into the workings at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, let alone events occurring within the Manager’s Office, lol No sir.
Writer’s room, Chris?! Most excellent. The Bartender will certainly be availing herself of this place. And of course it’s in the penthouse. Where else would one have such a room?!
Such a fun read, this. There is no one who doubted your skill to “write” yourself out of your earlier predicament. La Raconteuse is, after all, the storyteller.
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Just adding the final touches to the writer’s room, like maybe making it multi-dimensional… 😆
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[…] A second post for Six Sentence Stories, where the theme is ‘Stroke’, and written in response to a comment Clark made over on Chris’s post: […]
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Not luck, very careful planning
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And just a touch of serendipity!
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Writing ourselves back in time….wonder in how many directions can it take us ?? 🤓
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Oh, limitless directions. Warning! Always proceed with caution.
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🙃
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Good story! You’re clever with the ‘six sentences’, especially the rarely-used semi-colon. I almost never see that in fiction though I am tempted at times to use it myself.
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Thanks very much, Jacqui! I do use semi-colons outside the six sentence arena, but I almost always remove them, particularly in the last few novels I’ve written. Somehow it seems a tad pretentious and I’m all for simplicity in my books.
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Lovely write-up! Your talents always are on display!
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Nothing like a Dimensional Disturbance to save the day.
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AHHHH I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCHHHH!! ❤❤
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HI Chris, a most entertaining short piece.
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Wow! Time travel at its best! Didn’t know you could write yourself a way back, but it sure came in handy! 😀
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Multi-dimensional and wonderful as always, Chris! Thank goodness we have the tools for time travel at our fingertips.
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I hope you’re ok, Chris! Hugs!💖
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Fingers crossed everything’s okay Chris. All the best. Matt.
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This is really good, sorry I missed it first time. Hope your ok.
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Getting better – love the Sunday Switzerland😊
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Wonderful Post
Thanks
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It’s wonderful to see you on WordPress my dear friend. How are you ?
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Almost here! Thanks so much, Sadje.
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Sending you lots of love
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Hi Chris! Thank you for visiting my blog. I had come to know from Sadje that you were not keeping well. I hope you are well now. I miss your posts, especially your response to wdys. Take care. Sending you lots of love and best wishes.
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Thank you so much, Punam!
I am getting better after the hemorrhagic stroke. Now I can almost read and write again!
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Nice! A slice of wonder. Love how you get so much across in a short pace!
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Thank you so much!
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Welcome!
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Sending so many hugs Chris. To read and write again would be a huge step forward my friend ❤️
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🥰🤗
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I had to look up raconteuse… My it seems you were stuck in/on that ship a long while.
I was worried. But I wasn’t sure what much I could do but think positive thoughts.
Good to read you, and hope the nap in the ‘penthouse’ is a good one. I found you over at Jude’s place and came on over to see what was cooking. Pancakes… I’ll provide real maple syrup… (((Hugs)))
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Hi Jules, like to see you!
I have been a bit stuck for this hemorrhagic stroke, but it’s getting better day to day!
And now to see Jude and pancakes… 😊
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Slow progress is good progress.
Continued recovery and be as slow as you need.
(((Hugs)))
Towards the end of last year I got my (American) Official ‘Old Lady Card’. That’s our family joke for aging into the health care system here and hopefully getting some of the benefits we have already paid for. Some other minor changes like hubby mostly retired and other activities.
Keep your raconteuse rolling! 🙂
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Hi Chris, I wish I’d looked down through these comments sooner. You are such a loyal and appreciated follower of my blog, and every you’ve left a comment I’ve wondered why you were no longer writing. Now I know, and I’m sorry I was not able to wish you well earlier. Keep on getting better and better, the blogosphere needs you!
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Thank you so much, Keith. I’m getting there, slowly but surely. I’ll be there in that blogosphere eventually, I promise!
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