Six Sentence Stories - Mountain

Sometimes it is sort of like scaling a mountain to write a story using only six sentences, while other times getting that story written is like being on a inner tube that is hell-bent on getting down the mountain and has left you on your backside not far from where you started. If you actually managed to stay on that slippery beast, the words were most likely tumbling fast and furious in your mind hoping you wouldn't forget a single one.

I am linking up to the blog hop Six Sentence Stories - Mountain, hosted by Denise of Girlie on the Edge's Blog. I hope you give this writing venture a try. Check out her site for the details. In short, there is a different prompt word each week and participants must keep their stories to only six sentences. (Note: Because I had prepared this post before it was time to link up, and then we lost our internet connection for over a week, you won't see my SSS there, but you will be able to read the other bloggers' posts.)

At last the baby was asleep in the portable plaid plastic bassinet in the back seat of the blue VW bug as they were driving back over the mountain range toward home.

Every once in a while, when there was a clearing among the fir trees that bordered the winding highway, they could see the full moon outshining all the stars combined dotting the firmament.

They still had another hour or more of traveling to do before reaching their destination, when all of a sudden, the engine stopped running and they had no lights.

“It’s a good thing I know this road like the back of my hand and there seems to be hardly any traffic, so maybe I can just coast to that old gas station by the fork in the road,” he said, trying to sound confident.

“Yes, and thank goodness we are on the downside of the pass. . . with patches of moonlight ever so often just like stepping stones guiding us there,” she thought to herself.

As they turned into the station, the owner rubbed his eyes, and stepped out of the weathered log house to see what he could do to assist these stealthy night owls and prove to his wife that he could make an honest night’s living, even after all their years of living apart.