A Six Sentence Story is a story told in six sentences. This writing challenge is a weekly event, but my muse has been ornery lately. But here is a response for the current challenge, with the prompt word “branch”. Thank you Denise at GirlieOntheEdge for hosting SixSentenceStories. Post your own HERE or just go there to read more Sixes.
Broken Branch by D. Avery
“Here, now, my darling, my dove, let’s not fight, I am extending the olive branch.”
And there it was, his usual peace offering in a chilled thin stemmed glass, skewered olives balanced on the rim, trailing an oily sheen in the dirty vodka martini that never failed to smother her smoldering anger.
“I wasn’t fighting, I only was trying to get you to listen,” and she knew this was true, again, and that again she wasn’t heard.
But again, his answer was to make drinks and usually she would put aside her anger, would succumb to another bleary armistice, would forget what it was she even wanted to say.
But not this time, this time she would not accept the terms of the truce, this time she’d say one thing, if only to hear it herself.
“No, I’m going to a meeting,” and she stepped, boldly, shakily, out the door.