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Six Sentence Sunday #5

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I made a separate page to follow the continuation of Champagne more easily as it progresses every Sunday. Here’s the next instalment.

I resorted to the oldest trick in the book and had the bartender pour her another glass of champagne. The lamp I just bought had financially ruined me already, so I was at that point where I could fool myself into not caring anymore. I pretended that I had gotten a discount and was spending the money I saved on a few victory drinks. It’s true that our mind can trick us into believing almost anything, as long as we want to. Or libido is in play.

Her bar stool creaked when she turned towards me, not something you would expect in a lavish establishment like that.

As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with the next six sentences next week.

Six Sentence Sunday #4

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The fingers of her right hand, the one closest to me, sported three obnoxiously big rings, all of them gold. One by one, she kept twirling them around. Age-wise, I estimated her between thirty-five and forty-five. Her skin stretched a bit too tautly around her temples so I guessed she’d had some work done, but not to the point where it looked completely unnatural.

What drew me in most was that big shock of ginger hair. It stretched out beyond her frail frame, reaching out to the world around her, contrasting her self-sufficient body language.

As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with more next week.

Six Sentence Sunday #3

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Nevertheless, I walked in and ordered a glass of champagne. I picked a stool two seats down from her, just at the curve of the bar, so it looked as if I had no choice but to glance at her. She kept gazing ahead, as if all the answers to her prayers were to be found in those empty glasses. By the time I finished half my drink, I still might as well not have been there. She hadn’t acknowledged my presence once, despite the two of us being the only patrons.

I had plenty of time to study her, though.

As always, more Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with more next week.

Six Sentence Sunday #2

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She drank champagne as if it was the least celebratory drink on the planet, exuding a sort of world-weariness that can only come from having too much of everything. Or not having anything left to dream of.

The bar was an open circle in the centre of the shopping mall, cordoned off by deep-red velvet strings bleeding from the ceiling—like a shredded curtain put up more for effect than privacy. She held court in the middle of it all, the ennui on obvious display on her face. And I wanted to help her, make her feel better.

Undoubtedly, there are a lot of other people much more deserving of my help. People in actual need, with no money or a roof over their head.

More Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with more next week.

Six Sentence Sunday

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A while back I started a new short story that I’ve been shamelessly neglecting. To breathe some new life into it, I’ve decided to participate in Six Sentence Sunday. This means that every Sunday I’ll be posting six sentences from the story. Here we go. (This is a work in progress, so no extensive editing has been done on it yet.)

It was the middle of the day when I saw her draining the last of her champagne. She sat alone at the bar, staring blankly at a row of empty crystal flutes suspended from metal bars. I don’t know why she caught my eye. Maybe it was the way she fiddled with her pale fingers, as if itching for a cigarette. Or how her bright red hair seemed to catch fire under the ceiling spots.

I’d just spent half a pay-check on a designer lamp at Lane Crawford and I was feeling quite audacious, the way only paying a ludicrous amount of money for something you don’t need can make you feel.

More Six Sentence Sunday goodness can be found at the official website. I’ll be back with more next week.

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