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Jack of All Trades…

“He was a jack of all trades,” his lifelong paramour would lovingly claim.

The added line, “but the master of none” was omitted from her speech, hers was a compliment she wanted unsullied by the finishing line deprecation.

He knew how to do a little bit of everything, many things really.

Sure, sure they weren’t perfect, but they were good enough, or so they seemed back then.

The memory is clear; he made her feel that though he may not be the master of the task, he was the master of the moment.

And that was good enough for her.

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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 master.

The Cue?

He anxiously awaited the cue every Sunday.

Really, it had become an obsession.

“The cue, where’s the cue?” he’d moan.

“She hasn’t put UP the cue yet!” he’d tell his WWF friend.

His Sunday wasn’t complete until he knew what he had to work with.

And then it happened, she made the cue cue!

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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 cue.

Unshaken…

Hans built the house from top to bottom.

It was his gift to his bride; so what if it took a decade to finish?

From the mountain rock foundation to the hand hewn logs to the split shake shingles, the house trumpeted his love to the tops of the mountains that surrounded it.

Ten years, three babies, countless hours, and a life-time of hopes and dreams went into that place on the side of Long Mountain.

The kids shook with laughter as Hans swooped her UP into his arms, all the while knowing they were loved by parents whose love was built on foundations that could never be shaken.

The ten years of working, sweating, and toiling until his muscles shook from weariness were all worth it just to see the look on her face before she cradled her chin in the crook of his neck as he carried her over the threshold.

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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 shake.

Only A Game.

Peggy Sue and Nancy looked on in fear as the boys revved their engines.

Jack dropped the scarf just as instructed.

The engines roared, the tires squealed, they were left coughing in the exhaust.

As the cars roared towards one another, their nerves frayed, neither one wanted to be the chicken.

“Chicken”, they called it, “It’s only a game” they said.

As the crash sounded, the screeching cry of the crumpling metal told the girls it was nothing less than suicide.

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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 chicken.