This week I felt like writing, and I did... This six was written half an hour before posting; such a thing has not happened to me in years—that I just sit down, write, and then, after a mechanical edit (typos and a few commas), am already happy enough with the story.

Funny thing, I only have our host, Denise, to thank because she gave us a really cool prompt word this week that somehow tickled my creativity in the right way...

All the stories of every single participant this week can be accessed through the linkup.

Six Sentence Story #28

Sometimes, in the midst of the night, Abigail would get a rush to start writing a new book or to knit a panda she saw on Instagram Reels—without ever having touched knitting needles before—and she would surge out of her bed to begin right away.

This time, her husband found her sitting on the kitchen floor—eyes swollen from tears, half of the cabinets white and the other half green, and the paintbrush looking oddly guilty in her left hand.

"I am so sorry for the mess, I thought I could finish it before you got home, but I think I don't like that colour now," she managed to say while dropping the brush in the can and standing up.

"I haven't cooked yet either, I am so sorry," she exclaimed, running to the fridge, but before she managed to even open the door, her husband put his arms around her, whispering: "I am craving Chinese takeout, you, and that white was boring too."

Abigail laughed and pushed him away, saying: "And tomorrow we go to the store to get some red paint, because this green is disgusting!"

The husband nodded, knowing full well he was in for a long weekend because red does not cover this dark, piney green…