#SixSentenceStories; Detour

A Six Sentence Story is a story told in exactly six sentences. It could also be a six lined or six stanza poem; it could be a soc, a bots, or creative non-fiction. This week’s prompt word, provided by our hostess Denise, at GirlieOntheEdge, is “detour“.

Six Sentence Detour

She didn’t feel up to a dinner party, not on the very day she finally was back in her own home, but for this hostess she would make an effort, would throw together a six-bean salad for the potluck buffet, would make an appearance, would at least be seen on the scene before ducking out and retreating to reflect on her long strange detour.

For she wasn’t yet ready to talk about where she’d been and the beautiful, austere lands she’d seen— damaged yet enduring lands that, despite dust storms, droughts, wildfires, and floods, still managed to inspire a sense of wonder and a modicum of hope.

She’d found some people living in those lands to also admire for their endurance and adaptability, but mostly the trip had made her weary and wary of the lands’ people, not of those many she’d seen that didn’t have a meal, let alone a home, but of the many more that looked the other way, that tossed blame instead of help or empathy.

And now a dinner party?

Well, these gathered people with their stories, as colorful, as sweet and sour as her proffered salad, might be good medicine for her subdued mood. No more detours— time to break bread at the Bistro, with its down-home cooking, served with all the sixin’s.

33 thoughts on “#SixSentenceStories; Detour

  1. Sober reading and I look forward to hearing more. Just re-watched ‘Nomadland’ last night and I couldn’t get ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ out of my head as I wondered how this could be in a land of such wealth. Mind you, this has already started here in Aus and it seems it’s only going to get worse.

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  2. Good one, D. It brought to mind the film Castaway, when Tom Hanks’ character has lived on nothing but fish and coconut juice for several years, then when he’s rescued he’s treated to a lavish feast which he cannot get his head around, nor his stomach.

    Love: “time to break bread at the Bistro, with its down-home cooking, served with all the sixin’s.”
    Place at the table set aside, the band’s sound-checking, the kitchen is a-buzzing, the company is good 😊😎

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  3. “Well, these gathered people with their stories, as colorful, as sweet and sour as her proffered salad, might be good medicine for her subdued mood. No more detours— time to break bread at the Bistro, with its down-home cooking, served with all the sixin’s.”

    Welcome home, Ms. A. Welcome home 🙂

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  4. Great to read you again, D. And a very thought-provoking piece, simply, clearly and beautifully written. That second sentence…
    I remember coming back from 2 years voluntary work in West Africa back when I was a student. I left from an airfield that was really just a flying school and flew in to Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris. Total sensory overload. Those 2 years marked me for life. It was hard to fit back in. I’m not sure I ever have.
    Thanks for that story.

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