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Six Sentence Story: Reservation

Linking up again with Six Sentence Stories.  This week's prompt: Reservation.


She searched through the file cabinets of her brain, mentally pulling out memory after memory, then discarding them in a heap, promising to restore them to their proper place later.  

I've never had a humorous mix-up with a reservation?  How can that be? I guess I won't participate in this week's Six Sentence Story link up.  

Then, suddenly, as she embraced her hesitancy, the answer hit her like a heavy thesaurus.  She opened up her laptop and started to type.


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Thanks for Six Sentence Stories, which challenges me!  

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  1. I am smiling ear to ear!!! Hahahahahahhaah! I totally expected something different after promising to store the memories in their proper places later! (Great line BTW!) You made it to the party!!!!!!

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    1. Thanks, Ivy. I should make it to this week's party, too--I just have to narrow down which experience to write about. Wind is a constant here in the desert.

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  2. Kristi, you really are a good writer!

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    1. Thanks. If only my mental file cabinets were better organized! :-)

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