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The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) was in her tiny apartment, she’d finally finished her crossword in her folded broadsheet newspaper, noticing that she had ink on both hands.

She mused as she wandered into her kitchen, while she cleaned her hands, and then brewed some more coffee; she had many diverse tastes and interests, in fact, she always had, although her favourite hobbies were her writing and reading.

A few minutes later she brought her coffee into the living room, putting it on the coffee table where she picked up her latest book – The Weight of Snow and Regret by Elizabeth Gauffreau.*

She held the book unopened for a moment: the front cover was beautiful, like a picture of snow – the perfect time to read in the winter, the book itself was quite heavy since there are many wonderful words, so she opened the book, removing her bookmark – she’d had this for years, a little cheshire cat in metal, she put it down – now it was time to read.

La Raconteuse was engrossed in her book apart from playing the CD by Lightnin’ Hopkins, since he was in that book; she continued to read for more than an hour, but now she was hungry.

It was almost lunch-time as she ventured out into the wintry day, it looked like it would snow soon, as she dodged the cars and taxis as she walked across the streets; at least it’ll be warm in the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, as she quickened her step.

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*I have been reading Liz’s book, and here she is on WordPress – https://lizgauffreau.com

**Do see this on Goodreads – The Weight of Snow and Regret by Elizabeth Gauffreau.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/228398641-the-weight-of-snow-and-regret

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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: DODGE, DIVER, DINK

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What an interesting time the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) and Reena had, and they were hoping that both of them could meet again, and soon, especially since the usual suspects – meaning the Proprietors (plus a few hangers on – the clever ones) might learn a little bit of business between all of them, since Reena has great acumen.

La Raconteuse mused to herself as she crossed the street, as she glanced at someone’s newspaper – that date: 5^th November – it was bonfire night; not that many people in the city would even know anything about it, but for her, she would always remember what happened since she originally came from the UK.

Ah yes, Guy Fawkes, such an important time and date (for us); she thought for a moment, this is the way it goes:

“Remember, remember the 5th of November,
Gunpowder, treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!”

La Raconteuse was almost into the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro, although she was still muttering to herself; she’d almost collided with the tall, thin man and the Gatekeeper, who were about to smoke together by the steps, as they each opened a flame on their exquisite zippos.

Just inside Tom grinned, ‘look what I’ve made – it’s almost a sparkler,’– he also came from the UK – as he lit two matches on a tiny cake, ‘we will enjoy, won’t we,’ as they both blew the two matches out; ‘let’s remember Guy Fawkes… in a good way!’

For information: The Gunpowder Plot – UK

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Di of Pensitivity 101 – Wednesday’s Three Things Challenge: BONFIRE, SPARK, FLAME

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

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