These two pieces were written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘edge’. One for fun and one for reflection, and a bonus film clip.

-edge as a suffix (extract from Wackypedia)

‘edge – border for a Cockney garden

Straightedge – Cockney garden border after trimming

Knowledge – from the Old English ‘know ledge’, seat in exam room adjoining the Precipice of ‘F’

Foreknowledge – (Golfing term) knowing when you are about to be struck by a golf ball

Sandwedge – cheese between two slices of bread, snack often carried by golfers

Priviledge – bench in rich person’s outhouse

On the edge of reality

When Alex opened the fridge, there was fresh food in the house, so he reasoned he must have gone shopping.

He must have done because he had less money than he did yesterday and he remembered Annie at the shop apologising for having to give him so many coins in his change

It was increasingly important to have these reference points, although sometimes he was not really sure whether a day or even several days had passed.

It was sufficient to Alex’s purposes that he believed he was alive and could appear sufficiently coherent, because his soul-grinding fear was that ‘They’ would put him away in some sort of institution one day.

He didn’t believe he was mad or demented as much as disconnected from constants and attachments, which in his more reflective moments he conceded could be seen as madness by some. 

So he needed to be watchful and that seemed like a cruel and unusual punishment for a man who simply wanted to be left alone.

This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘fluid’.

When Raymond saw beggars on the streets, rattling their plastic cups in the hope of loose change, he wished the government would solve the problem but then next day he would worry that might involve raising taxes.

When Raymond read that the next world war would be fought over water, he would think we should share that elixir of life, but the next day, beer in hand, he would watch his automatic sprinklers spraying his manicured lawn and wonder why the government wasn’t doing more to seed the clouds.

When Raymond was told that full employment in a permanent job was a pipedream in a modern economy, he shook his head but the next day he ordered a wine thermometer from Amazon and dialed for a home-delivered meal.

When Raymond’s mother became old and demented and needed a nursing home, he thought about getting her the best care possible but the next day he thought there was no sense in wasting money when she wouldn’t know the difference.

When Raymond saw people demonstrating about gun control laws after the latest school massacre, he thought about joining them but the next day he thought he’d probably like to keep his guns.

When Raymond dies, nothing will really change; he’ll still be nothing, if not fluid.

Two for one today in response to the Divine Denise’s Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘detour’.

Detourmentia

It began with her putting the kettle in the fridge and calling everybody ‘darling’ because she couldn’t remember their names. Then she copied the young women’s craze for ash-blond streaks in her hair and started sending money to the man in Africa that she’d met on a dating site. Her rooms were soon full with goods that she’d bought online, boxes unopened. Only when she bought a gleaming white sports convertible and drove it into town to browse the clothes shops, wearing only a fur coat and her underwear, did her daughters put her in a nursing home. In her garage they found her collection: No Stopping. No U-turn. One Way. Steep Descent. All the signs were there.

Ted’s famous cattle drive

Ted watched his grandson, Artemus, alight from the school bus and they began their weekday ritual of walking home, where Grandma Rose would be waiting with home-made biscuits warm from the oven and chocolate-flavoured milk. Ted said “Ya know, Artie, (damned if he was going to call him by that pretentious name his son and daughter-in-law had picked) when I was your age we walked three miles to school, even if it was snowing.”

Artie sighed “You did not, Grandpa, Great Aunt Sally told me you lived practically next door.”

That bloody sister of mine and her big mouth again, thought Ted as they walked on in silence for a while, until he said “Ya know, Artie, I once drove a mob of cattle from Queensland to Tasmania.”

“Grandpa, Tasmania is an island, so how did you cross Bass Strait?”

Smart Alec kid, thought Ted and said “I took a detour.”

This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘confetti’.

Brad realised later that he should have been expecting it but when he arrived at the church for his second wedding, he was surprised to find a shiny black hearse wrapped in a black ribbon and bow (and filled with confetti) blocking the entrance, and with all of its tyres let down so it couldn’t be moved.

Just like he should have been suspicious when his first wife, Brenda, had seemed happy after the divorce to hand over to him the expensive leather Chesterfield furniture they’d bought together, only to find a few weeks later that she’d inserted frozen fish into the base of the couch and two recliners, which became only too apparent after a week or so of central heating.

Life had just been getting back on to an even keel after an ‘anonymous’ (aka Brenda) fake news tip-off to the Taxation Office that Brad and his new fiancé, Angelique (she of the Grand Canyon cleavage and the non-child-bearing hips), were laundering money for a Colombian drug cartel.

Brad had pleaded his case with Brenda that he had only instigated the divorce after her affair with his brother, Kingsley, but she dismissed his outrage by claiming one-night stands didn’t really count in the grand scheme of things and, besides, Kingsley was a lousy lay anyway, which she reasoned Brad could use to unsettle him the next time they played golf.

So unfolded their divorce, which made Armageddon look like a genteel tea party and which paid for their respective lawyers’ holiday homes and their wives’ cosmetic surgery in Paris and their children’s university fees.

Brad reasoned that it was all worth it in exchange for a life of wedded bliss with the magnificent Angelique, until a Lamborghini swept up the church driveway, paused just long enough for him to see the passionate embrace and deep kiss between Brenda and Angelique, and then sped off into the setting sun.

This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘control’.

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** Re-purposed from ‘If you eat All-Bran, you don’t need All-Bran’.

Written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘tree’.

Tirty-tree – number between tirty-two and tirty-four in Ireland

Bigotry – larger than a smaller tree

Symmetry – Caution: Sap just under boiling point

Sweltry – a particularly good tree

Poultry – produces very little timber

Psychiatry – used for treating mad cow disease