Welcome to GirlieOnTheEdge and my Six Sentence Story…
Sidewinder Sally sat sadly at the large, place setting for one pedestal kitchen table, its dark oak oval jutting vertically from the cool mint of the green wall.
Cynicism had found a new home as self-imagined wrongdoings ran rampant among the bitterness, the by product appearing like a light coating of dust begging for a rag.
Her half eaten, lightly buttered rye toast, once an enjoyable morning accoutrement, had become a daily burnt offering to those creatures of nature (emboldened by the myriad of such offerings flung regularly from the upper deck of the 2 story cottage) who came to dine on the expanse of green that was Sally’s backyard.
It’s not fair.. what had she done to deserve this seeming turn of fate’s hands?!
Sally had shut the door so tightly, retreated so far into a landscape strewn with heartache she was unable to recognize gifts of friendship.
Sidewinder Sally sat sadly at the large, place setting for one pedestal kitchen table one last time looking for something inside of her sad, sad self that would unblock the ancient dam, help her shed the first tear for way down deep, she knew there were many.