Spying a group of men lined up across the street, my curiosity got the better of me.

I crossed over and said to the men, “I say, good gentlemen, what are you queued up for?”

All but one man ignored me studiously.

One man without looking at me said, “I’m not queued up for anything, I have no idea what the other gentlemen are doing here.”

Confused, I had to slake my curiosity and asked, “Why are you here then?”

The man slowly turned his head and slyly winked at me, “I’m on my writer’s path, perchance this is your path too?”

The challenge? Write a story in 6 sentences, no more & no less, and if you’d like, share your creation or just visit and comment on others’ ideas, with GirlieOnTheEdge, Denise. The prompt is “Path”, and here’s where you join the party: Six Sentence Stories