Written for Six Sentence Story where we are
challenged to incorporate the word “wire” into
a story of exactly six sentences. Here’s my six.

There are parts of Jersey City which are very dangerous …. dingy bars, seedy hotels, mob-run strip joints and dark alleys where unspeakable things happened; Jack Black had a taste for all of them.
Most nights Jack would slither into his favorite bar, sit in the shadows on the end barstool, case the joint, nurse his bourbon and smoke his Lucky Strikes; Jack had patience and sooner or later she’d walk in …. maybe a secretary working late or a bored and lonely housewife.
About 20 minutes later, a woman ran in from the rain and glanced around the room, her eyes ignoring Jack as she shook her damp dark brown hair, then headed to the bar and ordered a martini; she rummaged through her purse searching for her cigarette lighter and just as Jack was about to make his move, the bartender offered her a light.
Jack toyed with the electrical wire in his pocket, annoyed at missing his opportunity to talk up this new beauty, but the night was young and he had all the time in the world.
Cool as a cucumber, Jack watched as the woman sipped her martini and smoked her cigarette, but when she asked the bartender for a menu, Jack knew he had been given a second chance and his fingers did a tap dance of anticipation around the wire in his pocket; just then the door swung open and a man blew in and when the woman at the bar spotted him, she ran to him and they embraced as she exclaimed that he was right on time as dinner would be coming out any second.
Jack was not a happy boy at this turn of events and, seeing no reason to hang around, he opened the door to leave and walked right into a gorgeous blonde; laying on the charm, Jack apologized profusely and offered to buy the woman a drink to which she smiled, agreed and replied that she was bored which was …. as she put it …. a fate worse than death.
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Boredom is the Devil’s workshop they say- the wise ones say.
Good thing I’ve never been bored in my life! I once wrote a poem about boredom though. It was boring. 😂
Nice six lines story Nancy. Amazing. Thanks.
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Thanks, cara! I enjoyed writing that story.
That was a funny comment you made about your boredom poem! I don’t get bored, either; neither does my husband. I’ve heard it said that people who get bored have no imagination. Maybe that has something to do with it but I’m sure there are other factors involved.
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Just sharing.
https://selmamartin.com/im-bored-life-sucks-she-said-they-said-now-what/
Good night 🤗
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That was great, Selma!
Buona notte.
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What a lovely plot, Nancy! I’m a fan of your six sentences stories. Ending is just awesome.👏👏💕
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Thank you, my friend. Six sentence stories are always fun to write and this film noir genre as a favorite writing style for me. I’m so pleased to know you enjoy the sixes also!
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It’s truly my pleasure, Nancy!
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Oh my! Plot twist!
And now I know what that wire was for…eek!
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The Sicilian Curveball strikes again! ⚾️
Did you think he was there to check the cable connex?? 😂
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I thought maybe wearing a wire? I was befuddled, then BOOM! 🧨🏴☠️☠
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Ah, good point and definitely the plot for a great story!
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A chance encounter she’ll live – or not – to regret. Nice one!
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Or not are the key words! Thanks, Keith!
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That was a great one, Nancy.
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Thanks, Chris! Glad you enjoyed the read; I enjoyed writing this one.
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electric wires… 🥴
well weaved, Nancy ..🤍
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Thanks, my friend. Deep appreciation! 🩶
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pleasure always 🤍
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I suspect she’s going to find boredom’s actually not worse than death.
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Unfortunately I’m sure you are correct.
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He got his break, I wonder how she will fare.
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The blonde who arrived the same time he was leaving?
I wouldn’t hold out too much hope for that one.
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Nicely done Nancy
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♡ Thanks Sadje! ♡
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💕💞💝
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A wonderful six Nance! I agree with the woman, being bored is definitely a fate worse than death!
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Good thing I’m not easily bored!
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Is there a particular street in Jersey City that would fit the story? It captured my imagination, and I want to put it in context.
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I’m sure there must be, Allen. When I was a child, we would visit relatives in Jersey City and there were a few rather unsavory areas we drove through but I don’t remember any of them now. Sorry.
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Using Google Eartg, I poked around the city and noted a number of buildings and locations that could provide interesting story backgrounds. I am sure that is true, though, of any “old” city. Thank you for your stories and their color.
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Knowing you enjoy my stories brings me joy, Allen. Thank you for your gracious comments.
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Very good ending!
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Thanks so much, D! Glad you liked it!
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Great story and song!
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Hey! Thanks a lot, John!
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A ripper of a story…
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Great comment, Clive! So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks!
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It felt like an appropriate response 😊
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It was killer!
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