We have got yet another six-sentence story here and this week I’ve decided to start adding audio to some of my writings. I’ve always felt a little insecure about my voice—especially my ‘SSSS’. But here we are. (Edit: As of 03.2023, this is the only story where I’ve kept the original audio alongside the audiobook version on YouTube, because it was the very first one I ever recorded. It’s not the best recording, but it holds a special place in my heart—and honestly, I kind of like it that way.)
The prompt was created by our wonderful girlieontheedge
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Link the URL to your post via the blue “Click here to enter” button below.
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers
PROMPT WORD: EXCHANGE
Others stories can be read here.
Six-Sentence Story - the Exchange
She could feel that something was wrong with the way the wind made her skin crawl as she teetered out from the bar onto the small alleyway leading to her home and she felt almost as if there, in the dark, were a pair of eyes watching her every move.
As if she couldn't walk fast enough she tossed her heels on the road and began running, too scared to look back and way too drunk to run a straight line she stumbled and fell onto all of her fours, with her hands frantically searching for the glasses she had somehow lost... the tears flowing from her eyes glistened in the dim, flickering light of the streetlamp.
Somehow she had managed to break them, so she slowly got up and started limping towards her home with a blurry vision and she could hear distant muffled steps as if someone was sneaking in the grass in front of the houses, sometimes she heard a crack of a branch and it made her shiver even more, thinking if she will ever make it home in one piece.
When she made it to her apartment complex she started shuffling through her purse, looking for the keys she couldn't find, they must have fallen out when she hit the pavement and you could almost tell from her shaking hands that she had had enough of tonight.
As she sat down on the cement stairs to the apartment building, while burying her face in her hands, a black young Tom made his way to her and made her lap his domain, curling up and softly purring as she began running her fingers through his silky-soft fur.
She had never seen the cat, but the exchange they had was something otherworldly, the song he was singing was calming her anxieties, and her petting made him sleepy and trusting.
Links to more of my work:
If you like reading stories: Six-Sentence Stories, Short Stories, Romance and All That, Dead Poet
Or poetry : On the margins of the First Draft
and more reflections than poetry: On the Margins of the Second Draft
My band "Chaos in Spring" can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.
That’s an excellent recording. It really builds up the tension of the story. You kept it going right to the last [art. What a relief to find that the tomcat was the culprit and that they both find peace.
Thank you, I too hope, that these two will have a long-lasting relationship.
Gosh , am I grateful for you taking that leap of faith and recording your voice!
It is 3.33 am for me as I listen to your Six …and then once more…
My fair lady, thank you. And, pretty please…do so again, as often as you can.
You enhanced your Six b e a u t i f u l l y!!
PS: me being, well, me lol, can’t but imagine in joyful anticipation your voice over a Victorian themed Six… you know theEva green Penny Dreadful kind!!
Bravo.
Aww, thank you so much, it really does warm my heart so!
This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
Yes, I believe the tom chose her already.
love Sixes that spring directly from events in the ‘real’ world!
Thank you!
Phew! That ended well, after much tension. Some have a bad connotation with black cats, but this one was all good.
Black cats are like little mystical creatures. I think my love for them shows. Thank you!
Talk about setting the scene!
How easily fear can grab hold of us, send us spiraling. Of course, imbibing one too many will most assuredly accelerate the process!
Excellent Six, Cp.
Thank you, yes I agree… and walking in the dark alley alone, as a woman, can also certainly make one anxious.
Lovely write, and a evocation of spooky, lonely, and at last, comforted, with your soft voice, slight accent, and echoing recording. Well done!
Thank you so much!