Six Sentence Story: A Look Around Room 215

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.

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Author: Frank Hubeny

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

24 thoughts on “Six Sentence Story: A Look Around Room 215”

  1. “…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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  2. 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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    1. 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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