Six Sentence Stories – The Call
He stood at the edge of the field, thinking about what he must do, but focused on her.
“What you’re doing is right,” she assured him, “and don’t ever believe anything different.”
Here in the earliest moments of day the breeze lifted her hair, suspending the auburn tresses in flight against a golden dawn. She smiled the way she always did and he felt her touch on his arm, felt her calm, quiet strength move across his skin, through his veins, and into his heart, giving him the courage he needed to leave.
He stood rooted to earth, held by her eyes until she faded with the mist and the dew, her image replaced by the sound of a horn.
Battle call…he marched into the fray.
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This has been a Six Sentence Story.
Each week, the lovely and talented Ivy Walker hosts a link-up challenging writers to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. Click on the link right here to find out more and link your own post. While you’re there, click on the blue frog button to find more stories from some wonderful storytellers.
This week’s prompt was FRAY.
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Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.
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Goose bumps! Love this, Lisa!
Hey, you! Loved yours – good to see you back in!
Awwwwwh I hope he walks OUT of it again!
We can only hope…
Beautiful.. Interesting that I read this after spending a long evening researching my family history and countless journal entries about my great, great, greats going off to war.. Really beautiful.
Wow, that’s a great coincidence! Thanks for reading and the compliment!
Sad that romance can be based in such destruction…lovely story. Its always such a worry about whether the character will survive…nicely done , lisa…Hope you feel more caught up soon… saw your FB post
Yeah I’m getting close. And I have quite a real life story for you, too.
Romance amid stride is sad indeed, but I kind of like the idea that love endures, too.
Nice job! It can’t be easy to capture a reader and a compelling story in six sentences, but you did it very well.
It’s a challenge for sure, Molly, but a fun one!
Fantastical. Is this a continuation of last week’s ? The imagery of blowing hair is vivid.
No, Val, this is unrelated to the ones I titled “The Lie.” I never actually planned to do this as a series. That was cool to continue but I actually have other plans for that story.
Amazing! In so few words, you can create a full story.
I’m always quite amazed myself, Jennifer! 😀 Love doing these.
hey you’re right! nice synchrony on Sixes… micro andmacrocosm
(one of the more fun things about these kinds of ‘hops…. the ‘similar ideas, differently manifested.
Definitely. Yours was very cool.
Beautiful imagery. Well done!
Thank you, Liv.
I loved this story, but wasn’t anticipating it ending exactly as it did, that took my breath away! Love transcends all distance and barriers. Well done!
Thank you, Josie. I really don’t know that I set up the parts about the woman well enough. I think it could use another editing pass.
And yes, love does!
Anyone doing family history will know how many times this has happened to relatives in our families, The soldier’s sacrifice leaving grieving widows and children, some that get over the loss others never to do so. You painted the picture beautifully,
Such a sad situation, isn’t it? Leaving loved ones behind, even if the ones leaving know what they do is for good cause. Thanks!
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