SOC Six Sentence Story Challenge! What?! Hey, so there was a challenge this week at Six Sentence Stories. Spontaneous seed from Clark (who else, right ceayr?!), it was quickly absconded by yours truly and the mayhem begun. Victims aka participants being Clark, Nick, Ford and moi. Click on this link, read the comment thread and all will be revealed. Editor Note: My first sentence is the remaining one of Nick’s, my last sentence, the remaining sentence from Clark. All 6 sentences were used in this challenge. We leave no sentence behind… 😎
“Goddamn it babe, he quoted Nick Cave, “Inspiring other artists, writers, painters is the greatest compliment I could receive, for Art should always be an exchange”, and he has the nerve to say “sorry, you’re not what we’re looking for”!
The trip into the city hadn’t gone as expected, disappointment blowing through our hair as I put the convertible top down; navigating the last city block, exit shining ahead as if dipped in day glow paint, I stole a sideway glance at the woman beside me, sun bleached hair tangled and blown wild, wild as her heart.
Music poured from the car’s stereo speakers as the last of the city high rises receded in the finger smudged rear view mirror; it was destination unknown until she told him, “babe, take me to the ocean’s edge”, now.
He’d seen that look in her eyes before, knew what she needed and let up on the accelerator only when the smell of sea salt, seaweed and ocean mist filled their nostrils, coating them in soul saving balm.
With wet, sand caked feet, they got back into the car; feeling her energy morph yet again, emotion running high, he exited the parking lot and drove west.
The next day, local newspapers were more kind than not in part writing, “In the backseat, as far as any question from police, insurance adjusters or ambitious biographers, the owner of the car was trying to talk a somewhat excited girl down from the trunk of the turquoise on white convertible, as the car chased the recently set sun.”