Wednesday, April 10, 2019

Contest: A Six Sentence Story

She packed his things in an assortment of old suitcases, lined them up neatly on the front porch, and poured herself a cup of coffee, lit a cigarette, and settled into a chair by the window, awaiting his arrival home from the office. 

It wasn't long before she heard his footsteps on the walk, then his curses as he reached the porch. Taking a last drag from her cigarette, she then crushed it into the ashtray and watched as the door was thrown open and, the cursing louder, he stepped across the threshold. Her eyes met his and she slowly exhaled, emptying her lungs of smoke.

"You can't get away with this!" he sputtered, and took a step toward her.

"You can contest it if you wish," she said, running her manicured fingertip around the rim of the coffee cup, "but I have pictures, and my lawyer has the negatives."

Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "contest"


  1. I started in that direction, but couldn't get it all together. Nice job. Good use of the cue.

  2. It looks like he is going to be out of her life from now on. She and her lawyer have proof to back up her claim!

  3. With all that evidence? Oh, yes she can! Wonderful six!

  4. ...and fedoras and a bottle of almost expense bourbon on the side table near the swinging door to the kitchen, (you mentioned the cigarettes... Chesterfield or, perhaps Lucky Strikes) all in the context of an ingrained sense of the primacy of self in the absence of organized strength...

  5. Ooh! I've waiting for you to write one of these Sixes. I love your "dark" stories 😁
    Excellent 6.

  6. Oooh, i like it when she has the evidence and back-up. Well done!

  7. Oh, I remember now that you have a real knack for writing stories like this one! Good job!

    1. Thanks, Kristi! I'm glad I seem to have found my mojo again!