This time I am linking my blog hop post to Six Sentence Stories - Single, hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge Blog. I enjoy reading the stories written in six sentences written by the other bloggers who link up each week, whether the stories be historical fiction, mysteries, confessions of sorts, or clever adaptations of some of their other writings. It is definitely worth clicking the link to see where the wordsmiths' creative talents have taken them each week. Sometimes you might find yourself wanting to read some of their other blog posts, ones that go beyond the six sentence structure. That in itself can be an adventure for the reader.
Riding in the farm pickup with the wooden slats on the sides, often used for hauling their feeder pigs to the auction, wasn't her favorite place to be, especially when they were downtown in the capital city where farm vehicles were not as commonly seen.
Even with the windows rolled down, the hot August air seemed humid and still except for the puffs of foul smelling emissions coming from the muffler of the souped-up old car in front of them every time the duck-tailed driver revved his engine.
As they waited for the light at the intersection to turn green, her dad turned toward her and asked if she wanted him to drop her off to see the famous singer who was signing autographs at the record store that day.
He looked a little disappointed when his shy 11-year old daughter shook her head sideways after glancing at the mob of excited teenagers gathered by the entrance waiting to get inside.
In 1954 some families had started to get television sets, but her family didn't have one yet, nor a record player, and the bedside radio was in her parents' bedroom, so she had no knowledge of the partially deaf local boy who had risen to stardom with his single 45-rpm.
The next day her dad showed her an article in the paper which said there had been 500 people that had waited to get Johnnie Ray's autograph, but she showed no emotion and she didn't shed a tear.