While driving through the streets in my pick-up truck late one night, I was listening to a country song about a man who was drunk when his mamma got out of prison, and before he could pick her up at the station, she was run over by a train. Well, that wasn’t exactly my story, but it was close enough. My mamma was the one who was drunk, not me. I was driving to the police station because she’d hit another vehicle, killing the driver. This wasn’t the first time she’d drunk and driven. She’d probably end up in prison and never get out.
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The above story was inspired by the song in the video below and is my response to this week’s six-sentence story prompt. The word is “station,” and the trick is to write a story or poem of no more and no less than six sentences, using this word. Click here to learn how to participate, or leave your story in the comment field.
By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Services for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. Thank you for reading. Stay safe, happy, and healthy, and may you always have positive experiences.
New! The Red Dress
Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books
When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.
Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.
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My Corner 
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This song is probably my all-time favorite song – I am a big fan of DAC and all the others who are singing with him in this song. When this song begins to play, I am filled with memories from the past years of going dancing with my husband – at least 3 nights a week. When the band begins to play this DAC song, nobody in the bar is sitting down, – the place goes wild with happiness and people singing along. Bob and I flew to Houston, TX for the 4th of July performance of DAC at BillyBobs and we danced at Gilley’s – and in other night spots across Texas – we flew there just to dance. Other memorable days from this song is my daughters and me driving our white Escalade on the hot summer day at Lake Erie, with DAC on the stereo – windows down and music loud – flying down the road. Artists always gathered at our friend’s home, he works at the Warhol Museum, and at night we had bonfires and played DAC albums well into the night as we sang around the bonfire, and read our poetry to each other.
Here is a link to what was happening in the early 80s and how we were all so inspired by the movie, “Urban Cowboy.”
https://www.houstonpress.com/arts/urban-cowboys-and-gilleys-nightclub-looking-back-35-years-7412997
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Thank you for sharing your memories. I know you don’t write fiction, but you could write a six-sentence poem using the word “station.” Why don’t you give it a try, if you feel inspired?
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