Each writer has their own technique for inserting the prompt word into this weekly blog hop challenge. Some have already written a story, maybe even one with more than six sentences, that just requires some adaptations and the substitution of a word to make it fit the requirements. Others just start writing, hoping somehow for inspiration as to where to plop that cue into place while not going over the limits given. Denise of Girlie on the Edge's Blog hosts and promotes this week's writing adventure called Six Sentence Stories - Boutique.
Bracing against the wind, arm in arm they trudged toward the end of the pier to the place where it all began, the day when it just as easily could have ended all prospects of ever seeing one another again.
The roar of the waves dashing against the pilings wasn’t anything like what now seemed to have been an unusually sublime day so many years ago, but in the interim they had gained some experience facing some of their own storms, although a few unfortunately were solo confrontations when one or the other wasn’t willing to bend.
They each seemed lost in their own thoughts for a few minutes until a huge wave splashed onto the top of the pier drenching both of them and causing an eruption of laughter and screams from all those who had joined them in what was like an unplanned oceanic baptism.
Combined with the blare from a boat navigating through the channel below and the noise of the intensifying gales now pressing on their backs as they rushed to return to their car, he quickly agreed to her suggestion to stop at Bo’s before heading to the bed and breakfast.
With her teeth still chattering, she grabbed a couple of beach towels from the back seat so they could dry themselves off a little before getting into the car which knew their story better than any other inanimate object they owned.
She was looking forward to finally getting to visit the raved about newly opened boutique in the little coastal town but when she exuded her excitement to him, he decided it best not to tell her that he thought she had been referring to Bo’s Tackle Shop when the blare of the boat horn had so rudely clipped a few of her words.