Six Sentence Stories is a weekly writers’ challenge hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog.
Each week a cue word is given and everyone is invited to submit a poem, short story or article made of exactly six sentences. Join us as we have fun with the form!
This week’s cue word is: Home
Editor’s note: Hi, Ford here from The Vintage Toy Advertiser blog which is entering a hiatus now after ten long years. This is my new blog The Atomic Mage where I will continue to join in the fun of Six Sentence Stories!
I was intending to let my new site ‘bed down’ for a week or two before attempting a Six here, but when I saw D had chosen ‘Home’ as this week’s prompt I couldn’t resist jumping straight in from my new ‘home’ here.
So, excuse the mess, there are boxes everywhere waiting to be unpacked, and do you think I can find the kettle anywhere?!
The Book of Flood
By Ford, 7 April 2021
The flood came with all the potence and madness of fallen angels, ferocious tigers and rabid dogs, hornets drunk on nectar and murder, and false gods plucking fake promises from pockets empty of empathy yet plump with gold.
The flood washed away my home, ripped it up whole and swept it along rivers drowned past their eyes, into lakes submitting their shoulders to seas, oceans converging to a landscape of wetness beyond my imagination and wildest dreams.
Luckily I had battened down the hatches, plugged all gaps, and my watertight home sailed on above sunken islands and continents once scored on maps.
How I span and rolled to the boundless waves and the tug of the moon; a freshly-folded paper boat sent sallying down the gutter to meet the greater sea – and there I saw another shell just like me, and I called out to her across the nautical miles which separated us.
In time the waters subsided, and polka dot peaks of land poked their heads into a brave new world and its plimsoll line.
Our homes – our shells – had survived the flood, and we slithered from our spiral caravans onto wet sand, earth, grass, gardens dripping wet with the promise of evolution, as we learned how to speak and read and write, and to pass down our legends to the young ones who would one day be born in greener times.
Thank you for reading 🙂
Image: fantasy street art mural at Ecole Michel Zunino, Var, France. Artist: Loïko. Photo: Ford