Mess – Six Sentence Story

Red bougainvillea made a splash against a white wall as Tom wondered where he was.

When his mind wandered he’d sometimes get lost in imagined disasters he could do nothing about. Fortunately, although they seemed determined to mess with him to the extent they still could, he had enough sense to reject dark demonic misdirection.

Then Tom saw Phyllis wave to him in the distance. He hadn’t seen her in a decade, not since the funeral. Her smile and the joyful brilliance of the bougainvillea told him his journey was finally over and a new, better one had just begun.


Denise offers the prompt word “mess” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Another View of Red
Another View of Red

Author: Frank Hubeny

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

38 thoughts on “Mess – Six Sentence Story”

  1. Enjoyed employing the lesser-used meaning of mess. (Tried to find a story using ‘mess’ as in ‘attempting to trick or misdirect a person or their thoughts… no luck.

    Good Six

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  2. Oh, man! Is Tom dead, Frank? Somehow that is the sense I felt reading your story.
    Would that our “transition” (popular term for dying these days) as experienced by Tom, be how it really is – a peaceful journey begun with the knowledge the next leg of the trip would be a whole lot better.

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  3. When I started reading this Frank, I thought ‘Yep, that’s me!’… especially with the mind wandering part. Then, you mentioned Phyllis, who is someone I met years ago and haven’t seen since, which made me sit up and think… how would you possibly know? Then, I read the end and realised it wasn’t about me at all! Uncanny connections, and a nice twist to this six. I enjoyed reading it! 🙂

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