This week’s six sentence story is based on the word of the week YELLOWBELLY, which I managed to shoehorn into these six sentences twice. This one is about our narrator trying to talk their way out of a sticky situation, which is a complete misunderstanding and doing whatever it take to escape. I hope you enjoy, and that you get the reference inside. Also PRIDE MONTH STARTS TOMORROW!!!
If you had asked me last week, I would not have said myself to be a coward, and truthfully, I would have said the same thing three minutes ago, but then he walked up.
The man had a good two feet on me, was the kind of big that blocked out the sun, and he was angrier than any person I ever did see.
I started with truth, reason, logic, because I was not actually the man he was looking for, had no idea who Lenore was, and definitely had not been sleeping with her, but he was not going for it.
He demanded satisfaction, whereas I mostly wanted to demand a new set of trousers, and there was no way for me to get help before he pummeled me with fists the size of my head.
I was no fighter, so I yelled the first thing that came to mind, “WHOA, LOOK, a Yellowbelly Sapsucker,” pointed behind him, and took advantage of the distraction to make a break for it.
I ran faster than I had ever ran before in my life, and when I was finally safe, it took about ten minutes on google to discover that it was in fact a yellow-bellied sapsucker, but in reality, I had used a half remembered cartoon to save my yellowbelly self.