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He looked in the mirror not liking what he saw at all.

courtesy of dan koday

courtesy of dan koday

Years of sun, smoking, and hard living had turned his face from fresh to fractured and forlorn.

His neck looked like the trunks of the sentinels lining the drive, the skin cracking and curving like the bark of the 200 year old oaks.


But, what to do?


There was no use yapping about it; whining and complaining wouldn’t make it go away.

If only turtlenecks would come back in style.


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 bark.

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