I find the process of writing a Six Sentence Story somewhat fascinating. I read the prompt on Sunday. Sometimes I know right away what I will write, but most often, the prompt just gets tucked away in my brain. Thursday morning at 4 a.m., I wake up, turn over, and look at the clock. Before I roll back over and go back to sleep, I usually have the thought of what direction to take with the prompt. When I wake up for good on Thursday morning, I get my six sentences written. This is probably why I won't be a novelist--I would have to wake up way too early! :-)
Anyway, today's Six Sentence Story prompt is "bread." Instead of one specific incident, I tried to capture the memory of a recurring event:
As the last of the kernels fell into the wheat-grinder, the low hum of the machine changed pitch, and the basset hound howled along, creating a somewhat-harmonious canine/appliance duet. That song, together with flour that was poofing out and dusting the kitchen counter, signaled the woman to turn the dial to the "off" position.
She took the still-warm flour and added it to the water/honey/oil/yeast mixture. Vital wheat gluten, dough enhancer, and salt rounded out the recipe, and the mixing of the dough began in earnest. Within minutes, the stickiness subsided, the sheen mellowed, and it was time to shape the loaves, put them in pans, and let them rise. The next hour, the house filled with the delicious smell of bread baking, and the husband and children started asking, "Is the bread done yet?"
Thanks for bread! :-)