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(come on! you knew it was just a matter of time)… this is an attempt to consolidate two of my three three favorite weekly bloghops.
The first is the Six Sentence Story, (I trust Denise, the host, won’t mind). The second, the Unicorn Challenge. (Well, totally crossing my fingers, as I value the opportunity to be here at the bloghop that jenne and ceayr built).
This mashup was not merely a random thought, (I think it might have been Tom or maybe even Nick… lets agree to lay blame on those two ne’er-do-wells), to do my second Six and my first ‘Corn as a single story.
The Six Sentence Story you all know: weekly prompt word/ six sentences only. This week, the word is REPLAY
The Unicorn Challenge: the photo below and a 250 word maximum.
Let us do this thing:
Sister Margaret Ryan felt the transition from asphalt to sand in the ‘oh, yeah? show me what you got’, way she used to hear the words, ‘Pick up your pencils and begin…now‘. Although her morning jog always took her to the shore, eight miles from the convent, she never tired of the challenge; veering left, the clutch of the loose sand brought to mind the myth of Antaeus and her pace always increased.
The sand changed: an increasing supply of endorphins stuttered and the young novitiate stumbled as the earth pushed back; her right foot, denied an unreliable surface, gave way and she fell into the sand. Laughing to herself was inevitable as she replayed the fall, but from the perspective of an innocent bystander: twenty-something woman sprawled on a Maryland beach, crucifix tangled in her bunched-up ‘Property of J.C.’ sweatshirt, short red hair salted with white crystals. Her laughter stopped as her left hand caught on something just below the surface, the soft-rubber sole of a child’s sneaker.
The nascent flood of endorphins now abruptly reversed by a torch-wielding mob of adrenaline and pulling gently, the pink canvas upper sole with the iconic swoosh gave way to flesh and a delicate ankle continuing downwards in the very most improper of directions; crossing herself in the spiritual semaphore of her Order, Sister Ryan reached for her phone.
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