Poetry, Short Prose and Walking

Niko had not one but six godmothers carefully selected by his father and mother. He had just as many godfathers, too, because those godmothers were all happily married even though their marriages might have suffered through times when the husband, the wife, or usually both, were a bit rambunctious.

Being an infant Niko didn’t remember the oil anointing at his dedication, but now with the battles raging about them he gave thanks for all of his extended family who faithfully showed him by their examples the narrow path all those years. As the men and women who stood by him fell he remained fearless. He prayed that all would find their way home.

When Niko himself found his way home his mother and all those godmothers along with his father and all those godfathers rushed to welcome him laughing and singing like joyfully rambunctious children eagerly showing him by their example the dance of praise before the Lord.

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

Timothy was driving to a closing angry at the “idiot” going only 85 miles per hour in the fast lane. To pass the time he was wasting he went through a list of people he felt needed a piece of his mind giving the windshield a spirited round of abuse he wished those on the list could hear.

In particular he scolded his sister who kept bugging him about “repentance” and “redemption”. When she told him the second coming would be here any day now he reminded her that she told him that very same thing forty years ago and so far nothing, nothing’s happened.

Frustrated with the driver in front of him Timothy jerked his car from the fast lane into the middle lane just as another driver from the opposite side of the expressway accelerated without looking into the middle lane aiming for rapid deliverance in the fast lane. Neither knew what hit them as the traffic unfortunate enough to be following collided or braked to a stop.

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

Gerald deciphered the script covering the small tablet. The scribe who wrote it did not anticipate that he would have a reader four thousand years in the future. Indeed, given the evils of the conquering lord whose forces had killed almost everyone in his own house, all the scribe hoped for was the world’s imminent end.

At that end, when the real Lord appeared, every tear would be wiped away as praise and thanksgiving joined in an eternal caress. The scribe prayed for mercy, or so Gerald imagined reading now between the lines of the tightly written tablet.

In the meanwhile the currently reigning lord of calamity was busy devouring the land with no time to waste on mercy.

Denise offers the word “scribe” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories. And Eugenia offers the word “caress” for her prompt this week.