Just after the invisible voice closed the door to Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro and asked me why I was leaving so soon, the tall, thin man opened that door and told me to follow him to the roof where we would meet the red-headed writer, Aurelia, Ms Pie and maybe even Brigid and Felreil, Mimi, Cai and – who knows? – many others.
I asked the voice if he knew the way to the roof in case the tall, thin man went too fast for me to keep up and he said, Of course.
As I left Room 215 I could tell that the voice was nearby by such comments as Nice weather we’re having or Hope the sun comes out real soon or Do you think we will have a thunder storm tomorrow? At the end of the hallway past the steel door propped open with milk cases I climbed the sketchy stairs until the voice complained of exhaustion and told me to stop and rest for a moment or two. When I stopped so he could catch his breath, I asked him if there was something he wanted to tell me back in Room 215.
While he spoke I listened and then we continued our climb to the roof with no further need for words to be said.
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Denise offers the prompt word “thunder” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 