Take Me to Your Leader. It’s a 6.

This week’s (1st??) Six Sentence Story picks up where last we left the Bartender, Denise, in “Just Another Dark o’clock Night“, which in retrospect I believe was a retroactive “walk on” to Spira’s SSS. Huh. I think I’ve got that straight, lol. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this, a Tale from the Six Sentence Café and Bistro as my Six Sentence Story.

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Unlike men, canines will not abandon those whom they have chosen, it is a life pledge to love, defend, comfort, die in the protection of those chosen. If they’re lucky, this same love is reciprocated and thus, love perfected.

The last thing I expected when Nick answered the door last night was to be greeted by 4 paws of intimidation and yet, at the very first instance of eye contact, there was an instinctive mutual sense of  “you’re OK“; Nick had stood back and to the left, the thickly muscled black dog, white star shape patch on his chest standing dead center in the entranceway already having assumed position of guard and guardian. Laughter barely stifled and valiantly attempting to keep a straight face, Nick stood silently as I looked down into gooey caramel colored eyes, “mind if I come in Buddy, I promise not to bite“.

Though only a few hours, it was a restful sleep; awakening begrudgingly, it was to the robust aroma of freshly brewed coffee and a wet nose nudging my hand -“ok, ok, I get it, yes, getting up now, thank you… come on boy – lead me to your kitchen.” Leaning against an empty, handmade stoneware mug sitting on the kitchen’s cedar block table was a note, in part reading: “Denise, thank you in advance for taking Hūnga with you to the Café today, Gatekeeper duties have called me to navigate a labyrinth of, shall we say, contracts that have been pending; I’ll be by to pick him up around 5 and oh yeah… I think Hūnga  likes you, N.”