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en pointe

Louis loved the ladies of the ballet; he never missed a performance during the season.

And the ladies of the ballet, well they love Louis too.

A fat little man with a wisp of hair, he was nothing to look at.

Ah, but he was rich, and all the ladies en pointe knew that was the point.

Louis was generous, expecting nothing in return but companionship and some flirting.

For he was also wise, and knew his limits.

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 point.

Suddenly There Came A Tapping…

She’d ask him to cut that limb a thousand times she was sure.

But, there it was tap, tap, tapping against the window.

Yes, she told herself, it was a gentle tapping: a gentle, rhythmic beat that, if she’d let it, could lull her to sleep.

Suddenly, the wind grew stronger, the tapping became a banging, the banging a pounding.

And then a crash.

Snatched from her slumber, she realized the tapping had stopped, she’d not been dreaming, and he stood over her.

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 tap.

The Change…

If there was a will, he wanted to be in it.

I’ve never seen such a suck UP.

He hated these people, he knew that, but relatives are relatives, and rich ones were hard to come by!

So suck UP he did; bow, scrape, “yes sir,” “no sir,” “three bags full sir,” it went on for what seemed ever!

And then one day, the old fool remarried.

His quest was over, he knew he’d lost the battle, he’d lost his place in the will, and at last, he’d lost his will.

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 will.

That One Friend

This just in from Marie Bryant.

When the phone rang last night, the last person’s voice I expected to hear was hers.

A couple of weeks ago I’d sent her a card saying I was thinking about and praying for her and her husband, so she returned the kindness with a phone call.

The years since I’d seen her faded away and we fell into that girlfriend mode of reminiscing and laughing, adding a little bit of gossip and regrets about our pasts.

The last time we’d spent over an hour chatting was almost twenty-five years ago, yet we picked up our conversation like it was yesterday.

Yes, we retold the story about walking up town in her mother’s high heels and her ballerina tutus and the one about skinny dipping in Twin Creek and realizing there were cars driving by on the other side of the creek.

Thanks for the memories and for being that same crazy girl I called my best friend in third grade!

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 return.

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