Grip – Six Sentence Story

Yellow Prairie

Once again Gerald realized he messed things up. He got a grip on reality to make his way back through deceitful waves to the sanity of shore.

Then he saw an arm extend toward him with a voice saying, “Take my hand!”

Nah, that can’t be real, Gerald thought. The one reaching out to him roughed up the waves a bit more figuring Gerald wasn’t desperate enough.

Gerald valued assistance, but he was under orders not to bend his knee to just anyone and that hand hadn’t properly authenticated itself.

Denise offers the word “grip” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Story.

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Prairie Flowers

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

29 thoughts on “Grip – Six Sentence Story”

  1. Glad he followed the orders he was given about assistance! I guess that’s a good lesson for everyone: when assistance is offered, be sure of the reason for the offer!

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  2. What great lines. . .”make his way back through deceitful waves to the sanity of shore” and “that hand hadn’t properly authenticated itself.”
    A message of great import wrapped up in few words. Well done.

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