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A poet party? (Tales from the SSC&B)

Chris Hall43 Comments

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The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) dashed down from her apartment (all six floors), then trotted across a couple of roads to get to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro; she was about to enter the establishment, and she was sure she could smell the particular aroma of a cigar… she smiled… a lot.

La Raconteuse scanned around the place; it was quite early, so few people were around, but Mimi and Denise, aka the Bartender, were talking about making lunch.

“A lovely selection of tomatoes, courgettes, carrots and lots of spuds,” grinned Mimi, “and all organic food of course,” – “perfect,’ smiled the Bartender, “you’ll use the carrots to make carrot cake?” – “oh, naturally,” as Mimi went back to the kitchen to organize everything.

La Raconteuse sat on a stool opposite the Bartender and said, “what’s happening just now,” as the Bartender slid a flyer, “look at this.”

“See, it’s going to be a function, right here,” said the Bartender, “where there will be music and lights, and then everything will go dark and then the spot light will come up… it will be a slam poets party… see, look it says here.”

“And I will be the overseer,” said the tall, thin man, as he suddenly appeared from the hallway, “you’ll enjoy this a great deal, won’t you,” as he grinned, “we’re starting a list, all those poetry people, either actually here, or on line… it’ll be next week, oh, and don’t worry, our excellent friend, the Gatekeeper, will be looking after the door.”

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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: OVERSEE, ORGAN, ORGANIZE

Denise Farley of GirlieOnTheEdge
Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt: FUNCTION

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43 thoughts on “A poet party? (Tales from the SSC&B)”

  3. our local red head

    lives around the corner

    when her older dog died

    eleven months ago she cried

    at four am

    she has flaming red racontessa hair

    is tall and lithe

    hmmmmmmmmmmmm

    well Chris???????

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  12. We’re on our way down (to the Bistro), Chris

    There was once a waiter so dumb
    He could barely tell finger from thumb

    But with black magic marker he’d write
    introductions clearly not obtuse

    Come one and all …into the light
    Your host this year is …la Raconteuse

    apologies to Frank (the Limerick Master*)

    *said in a Jules Winfield voice

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