Always 3 sides to the Story. A SSC&B Tale. It’s a 6.

Couldn’t help myself! Decided to do a walk-on to Clark’s last Six Sentence Story (Tales from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro). Any one else?

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The basement storage area of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, or the “Basement” as it was known among the Proprietors, was part of the original mill building though it didn’t appear on the architect plans the tall, thin man discovered in the Manager’s Office…

As the Bartender reached for a case of Chivas, the script lettering beneath the white gauze wrapping her left wrist began to throb – slow, steady, impatient for release; smiling absently, Denise patted the bandage, silent acknowledgement she was bound to no one and to many.

“Damn, that new PA system sounds good!’, laying the case of Chivas on the bar, moving in rhythm to the song, the Bartender appeared beside Nick and the Sophomore who were sitting at a table in front of the bandstand, deep in conversation – “what’re you two conspiring about now?”

In an attempt to look more serious, faux brow furrow in place, ‘Come on now kids, you can tell me, isn’t that one of the services offered by, how’d you put it Nick, your friendly-if-not-at-times-scary neighborhood bartender?”. While the warmth emanating from the Bartender’s laughter was sincere, it did not go unnoticed there was something bothering the Sophomore; she determined this was going to take more cotton candy and confetti than scary if she was going to get him to open up.

The Sophomore, sitting at the round table, rook positioned on a chess board, careful not to reveal the inner conflict raging within, knew his eyes would be the only give away; as if on cue, the Bartender leaned over, whispered in his ear, “I was giving this break-in at the Café a little thought…”