With Joanna now bundled into one of her sweatshirts and clutching her from the passenger seat, Nancy slowly and carefully skippered the motorcycle up and out of the meadow, down the muddy lane, then motored on until pulling over at the real estate office in town where some young women were now sitting on benches outside.
“My dears, is anything the matter, we weren’t expecting to see you… so soon.”
“There’s got to be an explanation, maybe you can tell us, my friend says something about the well…”
“Oh, isn’t that a lovely well, very old, on the same aquifer as the town water.”
“We were just wondering how you ladies were doing, and I was even inspired to start up my old Indian. How about we take a ride back up to the cabin and see what’s going on?”
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Despite the circumstances, Nancy couldn’t help but admire the red Indian motorcycle that the real estate agent rolled up on. “Wow, what is that, like 1915, is it original?”
“1917, and yes, it’s all original, in fact, I am the original owner.”
Suddenly Joanna roused herself and spoke in a tremulous voice from behind Nancy, “You, you are all so young!”
“Why thank you”, said one of the women from the bench, smiling cunningly, “It must be something in the water.”
Nancy’s heart skipped a beat as the implications of the woman’s response finally registered.
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Liberties were taken, I doubled up on the six sentence constraint, for the same reason that there are 12 packs of beer; sometimes six isn’t enough. Perhaps this ongoing Well tale (click for full series) still isn’t resolved, but anything over a twelve pack in one sitting would be excessive. Thank you Zoe at Life Under the Radar for the prompts.
Six sentences any way you like, any genre, any length, any order…just six. Use the cue SKIP.
You wont be the first or the last to take the liberty of the twelve pack! Cool story. Gotta love an Indian bike as well!
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Thanks for coming by, and thanks for your six sentence prompts, though I have gotten stuck in what has become a bit of a series all starting with your Well cue a few weeks back.
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Good story, gotta skip the rules once
In a while!
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True that.
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You broke the rules in a good cause. It sent a chill up me!
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Hello,
Nice. Where is the well?
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Oh, I can’t tell you its location. That you need to know is scary to me.
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Nowhere in the rules does Zoe say we can’t write a double six! 🙂 I love the way this story just keeps increasing in intrigue. Something in the water… now I wonder what that might be? 😉
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Thanks!
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The whole point about about rules is that they should be broken. Meanwhile us wimpy bloggers obey the rules and we don’t even get a pat on the back!
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Sounds like you are due to break a rule or two; go for it. Either way, thanks for coming by.
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nice story. double forms a much more substantial bridge further in to (your) story than would be accounted form by six additional sentences.
and the story has a number of things that have me wanting to read more… the business of the aging/not-aging, the old motorcycle and the over-tone of something very not right about the invents.
cool
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Thank you for the encouragement. I appreciate your coming by to read and comment.
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