Grid—Six Sentence Story

John’s life did not follow a nice rectangular grid. Brief was his time from birth to final breath.

Though short with winding dead ends, he was offered along the way many opportunities to serve, if he obediently chose to do so. Sometimes he obeyed. Sometimes he had better things to do.

In the end flames burnt those better things leaving John with only a few grains of pure gold, enough—indeed more than what some of the others had—but not enough to stop his tears since there could have been so much more.

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

1 Corinthians 3:14-15
14 If any man’s work abide which he hath built thereupon, he shall receive a reward.
 15 If any man’s work shall be burned, he shall suffer loss: but he himself shall be saved; yet so as by fire.

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Author: Frank Hubeny

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

23 thoughts on “Grid—Six Sentence Story”

  1. “Woulda, coulda, shoulda” is the common phrase comes to mind. By the time those words are uttered it is indeed far to late. How easy it is to put off to tomorrow (uh, oh! feel another common phrase coming on, lol). The choices we make each day. How very important they are. Regret surely is the most tragic of emotions.

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    1. I am glad you liked that line, Clark! I was on a walk when that line came to me out of nowhere. My only worry was, since I didn’t bring my notebook, would I remember it when I got back home?

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