The Things that Persist. It’s a Café 6.

Not too long ago, Denise, Bar Tender at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, had an encounter with a man in attendance at the Café as a result of the tall thin man’s decision to host the annual meeting of the Association of Costume Jewelry Designers and Manufacturers at the SSC&B. Time flies and so do stories….


Yellow Cab idling, the driver accepted the money offered as tip, his eyes dancing as he unfolded the bills and did the math; he raised his head to thank his fare but all he saw was the back of the woman’s black leather overcoat as it disappeared through the entrance to The Lofts, the newest building in the warehouse district to be converted to apartments and christened by Architectural Digest as the “it place to live”.

Meeting her hand halfway, Denise bent her head to brush aside windblown bangs from her face; evidence of a successful shopping spree lining each arm, she elbowed the elevator’s up button, entered the car and affecting her best English accent said to the liftman in her mind only, “to the penthouse Jeeves, thank you“.

The doors opened onto the 4th floor to what she considered the penthouse despite the short legal appearing on the newly inked Deed to Loft 7; the woman, known as the Bar Tender of the Six Sentence Café and Bistro, pushed open the heavy metal door with her left shoulder, the heel of her Gianvito Rossi pump closing the door behind her, its metallic leather glinting in the farewell rays of the day streaming through floor to ceiling windows.

Striding through the open space made even larger by a vault ceiling, Denise still felt giddy at the thought she owned this expansive space of  brick walls, exposed ductwork and a view of the city to die for, all on a tip from a newly made acquaintance whose “affiliations” her gut told her were questionable but hey, there’s truth to the saying “sometimes it’s who you know”.

Packages now laying half opened on the leather couch, tissue paper strewn about like confetti, she reached for her phone as the memory of a single night sent a low electric current through her body; she auto dialed the number tagged with the symbol ?.

Hey… yeah, it’s me, I told you I’d call… no, doesn’t matter how long it’s been… write down this address… yes….now get your ass over here…

30 thoughts on “The Things that Persist. It’s a Café 6.

  1. imnobodywhoareyou December 17, 2022 / 1:45 pm

    Denise is certainly living the life. I wonder what’s in store for her. I never thought of making a compromise with parts of my body by meeting it half way, but I guess as we get older, it becomes a fact of life

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 18, 2022 / 12:29 am

      It would appear things are on the upswing! Me too.
      Imagine being a woman, Len. Your arms strung shopping bags, wind blowing your hair all the heck over the place and because your arms are loaded down you can’t quite bring your hand up to brush the hair our of your eyes. And so the bending over.
      A move all women have made. Tell him, Liz!
      As to compromises as we get older, I’m hoping not to make too many, lol

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    • Liz H December 17, 2022 / 4:23 pm

      And, might I add, the included song is one of my 2 top Temptations songs. That, and ‘Papa Was a Rolling Stone.’
      Now get that party started, Girlie! 😉

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      • GirlieOnTheEdge December 18, 2022 / 12:36 am

        How excellent, Liz. I’ve always loved that song.
        Oh, it’s going. It’s going and you’re late! 😉

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  2. Spira December 17, 2022 / 1:55 pm


    The Lofts better have good fire insurance because ooh-wee it’s getting hot!!

    (You better tell that Jeeves guy not even think of saying anything about a no dog larger than 40 pounds policy…Hūnga won’t like that, not one bit!)

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 18, 2022 / 12:34 am

      I’ve a feeling the building is well insured, lol

      No such policy at The Lofts! And I have it on good authority, Hūnga is going to have a blast in the Bart Tender’s loft. It’s huge and open and he’ll be racing all around!

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  3. Frank Hubeny December 17, 2022 / 9:30 pm

    I like how you put this: “whose “affiliations” her gut told her were questionable but hey” and this: “pushed open the heavy metal door with her left shoulder, the heel of her Gianvito Rossi pump closing the door behind her”.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 18, 2022 / 12:55 am

      Thank you, Frank. The door bit was fun as I could easily imagine doing that. Come to think of it, I probably have done that except I can assure you, I wasn’t wearing Gianvito Rossi on my feet! 😁

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  4. clark December 18, 2022 / 12:31 pm

    (courtesy Q Tarantino)

    “What does Lou Ceasare look like?”


    “Lou? Walk into a burning building for a total stranger if he decides he’s fond of them… burn that same building to the ground, (after tying them to the kitchen sink) if someone disrespects him at time his mood is off.”
    (courtesy I. Devereaux)

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 18, 2022 / 8:51 pm


      What an excellent movie and a most memorable scene, lol.

      This is true for those who know him well, which in itself, is a rare thing.
      The Bar Tender is not naive. Her intuition told her Lou’s other business interests run outside the “mainstream”.
      Here’s hoping he doesn’t come back around to her looking for that favor in return.

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  5. dorahak December 19, 2022 / 12:01 pm

    Great SIX! Is this headed for a film noir or a rom-com? Will Tarantino come calling or the Hallmark Channel? Inquiring minds want to know. 😂 Have a wonderful Christmas, Denise!

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 19, 2022 / 4:53 pm

      Thanks, Dora! Ya know, I’m torn, lol. What a most excellent idea 😆

      I will! Have a magical and joyful Christmas, Dora 🎄

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge December 20, 2022 / 8:34 am

      Thank you, Chris!
      As you’ve read, the Bar Tender (as Clark sometimes spells it) has met the acquaintance of one Lou Ceasare. No telling what kind of “shenanigans” will come from that, lol.

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