There's this blog I adore aptly called Six Sentences, which asks "What can you say in six sentences? That's it, that's the only rule. Say what you want; it must be six sentences long. Here's one from me:
A Man in a Bar
I fought the urge to punch him. I wanted to forget the rules, and just whack this man. I wanted to punch his face. His ruddy, fat-cheeked, pock-marked face that for the past hour whined incessantly about how much he wanted to just start over. He hated his childhood, his father, his broke down Cutlass, his wife who left ten years ago with their three-legged greyhound puppy and his inability to hold a job. I hated him.
Therapists, talk show hosts, and politicians hold nothing on this woman. I've been given the green light to wax maudlin about my life, with no judgment. Everything I've told her, I've kept pent up in my soul for years like a malnourished demon. The words pour from my mouth with no promises or censorship. She listens intently, a look of staid understanding on her face. It's a shame I'll have to kill her.
ReplyDeleteKristen: Clearly you and I need a healthy dose of anger management... too funny. ;) or, maybe some mat time????
ReplyDeleteWait, i have a Cutlass
ReplyDeleteI love life. Life is fun. Stuff in life is fun. I am stuffing life full of fun. I love writing words out spontaneously. This is my sixth sentence.
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