After I stood to say goodbye to Lou and the tall, thin man walked him to the door, I sat down to finish my coffee noticing that the quiet hours were beginning when the Gatekeeper would play music outside the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro. Thinking of that new dancer, Holli Spirit, at Lou’s club got me wondering if I could work her into the storyline somehow until I heard a snort come from the voice.
“Weren’t you the one running my mouth like it was on fire when I was talking to Lou?” I asked him.
You didn’t shut me up, did you?
“I almost did.”
I know, but what counts is you didn’t.
Denise offers the prompt word “fire” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 