When I opened the door to Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro I was surprised to see the tall, thin man who said he got here before I did because he took a mathematically complicated short cut inspired by his proof of the Collatz conjecture he didn’t think I’d be able to follow (which was probably correct). In the back the red-headed writer with her new friend, Moxie, got into the dumbwaiter to take a ride to the roof to see the ocean.
In the room I noticed a black and white TV console on the side of which was a bookshelf with children’s books and a complete World Book Encyclopedia, but as I walked about I almost stumbled over a four-foot tall bellhop trying to hand me a Bible who quickly displayed a sign saying, Watch where you’re going! Having no plan specifying what to do with all this old stuff I sat down wondering where the story was that I was hoping to receive.
After a while, since nothing much was happening and I had already acknowledged the existence of everything my mind would let me see, I decided to leave. As I stood up, the door to Room 215 quietly shut – all by itself – and a soft voice coming out of nowhere in front of me asked, Leaving so soon?
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Denise offers the prompt word “plan” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Excellent.
Thanks, now I have a tie in for my Six.
Be back
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Great! I plan to take up your suggestion and go with you to the roof. I just heard that that voice talking to me lives up there. Blessings, Clark!
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It’s as if the room 215 or the marvellous beings there all conspire us to get to the roof… Hmm 🧐🧐🧐
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I think we will being meeting on the roof next week. Blessings and thank you, Reelika!
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“…and I had already acknowledged the existence of everything my mind would let me see,…” Excellent line, Frank.A teaser of an ending, it’s good to keep in mind the hallway… does have its idiosyncrasies.
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There are mysteries all over the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro. Blessings and thank you, Denise!
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Great to read on these collaborations. Makes the tale more enjoyable.
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I do find them fun to write. Blessings and thank you!
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Interesting going on.
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I am glad you like it, Sadje! Blessings!
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You’re welcome Frank
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Oh btw, if someone gave me the directions as a mathematically complicated short cut inspired by a proof of the Collatz conjecture… I wouldn’t be able to follow either…
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Seeing as how I can’t keep my lefts and rights straight, I wouldn’t be able to either. Blessings, Reelika!
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Ooh, I love this (and also me and Moxie). I think we must pop back to see you. Some fun, defo in that Room 215!!
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I’ll be heading to the roof as well unless something unexpected happens. See you there and blessings, Chris!
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Uh oh! Sounds like you’re not going anywhere!
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It looks like I’m going nowhere, but Clark just opened the door and told us all to go to the roof, so that’s where we’re all going next. Blessings, Violet!
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Where there’s a gathering of like-minded Sixers, there’s likely to be sunset cocktails on the roof. Timing is everything, yes?
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The sunset should be great from the rooftop. Blessings, Liz!
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I wonder if it will be really windy up there, Frank? Sometimes a breeze goes howling up the side of a building, gaining speed, and then my goodness — what a rush of wind when it arrives up top. And that voice, oh my!
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Such a wind should bring adventures. Maybe stories! Although the voice shut the door, Clark opened it. So I will be on the roof next week. See you there, Misky! Blessings!
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It sounds like the place to be. I’m wondering if Mimi should wander down the hall and head up to the roof to get some fresh air.
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I am looking forward to seeing you on the roof!
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