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Love at the Vegetable Stand.

Cassie sat at her daddy’s vegetable stand every day all summer long.

She hated it.

She hated vegetables sometimes too.

But everything changed that Saturday morning just as she was opening UP when Billy stopped by driving his daddy’s truck and asked her out to the picture show.

The day dragged on forever, but 5 o’clock finally arrived and Cassie closed UP and went home to get ready.

As she preened and primped in the mirror, Cassie knew vegetables, Saturdays, Billy, and Cassie would never be the same.

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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 stand.

Frantic To Score…

There was a deadline; there was always a deadline, and frantically, he’d been sitting there for hours each day for the last 77 days with nothing to show for it.

Sleepless, harried, exhausted, he was close to giving UP.

All he needed was the last line; what was so daunting about ending this score?

He had the first two, it’s delightful, it’s delicious, but what’s next?

Just then his friend Monty Woolley chimed in, “it’s delovely.”

It didn’t matter that delovely wasn’t a word, it worked!

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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 score.

Busted*

Sneaking back into the building on the parking lot side of the old gym, the boys were sure no one had seen them.

Skipping class had never been more fun; a quick trip to the Mall, lunch at London Bobby, all in the name of photos for the year book.

Timing it perfectly, the boys blended in with the rest of the students during the class change, and their Sr. Government teacher was none the wiser, as they slipped into class.

Surely, no one had missed them in study hall.

Most of the teachers never took attendance in that “class” anyway; someone was always skipping.

But, just as the bell finished ringing, Mr. Batten’s voice came over the PA, their names were called; they knew they were busted.

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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 skip.

*This may or may not be a true story.

But it Wasn’t.

“How are you?” she asked already knowing the answer.

“Peachy!” he replied, lying like a bad toupee!

She wanted to say, “Great!” and go on, but she knew she couldn’t.

The look on his face told her almost everything she needed to know.

She paused a moment, took a deep breath, and started to speak.

But, before she could, he said, “Listen, we need to talk.”

 

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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 peach.