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Way late tonight! It’s 6:43 and I’m only just now typing my Six Sentence Story warm-up. Bear with me, this weeks’ prompt word is ‘Turn’. Zoe, in her wisdom is charging us to write a certain story employing the word. The certain thing about the Six Sentence Story is that story must be six sentences in length and it cannot be seven or eighty-three sentences long. This story that you know you want to write? It must not be five sentences or one sentence long.

Otherwise the bloghop name, ‘Six Sentence Story‘ wouldn’t make sense and sense we must make.

Lets consider ‘Turn’


The old couple walked out onto the pier that connected the earth to the sea in the small fishing port, one of several broad wooden fingers that extended from the dirt-puddled parking lot, itself an ocean of refuse and disappointed dreams, mostly half-crushed coffee cups, pieces of plastic twine and the occasional single rubberized glove, its finger tips worn through, the Final Decree for a once perfect couple.

She stepped carefully, one eye towards the many dangers that lay on their path and one (secret) eye on her companion, who, in turn, expressed the gender imperative of matching caution with daring, sensibility with recklessness; age-edited memories of a younger day beckoned to him. All around them was an aromatic museum of human endeavor as old as farming, necessity-born ingenuity displayed in the coils of wire cables and the greasy complexity of the machinery that filled the open decks of the boats.

Amidst and among the metal masts and tin-capped pilings, the birds flew, disturbed by the approach of the couple who were clearly not native to either of the worlds that the gulls inhabited.

Finding a crumbly arc of a white-sugared donut, the old man smiled and threw it up as high as he could, (which was higher than she thought and not as high as he hoped), the birds wheeled in unison, diving towards the food.

“Did you see the tern turn in turn,” the man laughed, forgetting how old he was; his wife smiled, knowing how old they were.