by Robert McEvily
"You can have a seat in the green room," said the butler. The guest hesitated. She'd heard about the green room. Heard some not very nice things about it. Heard about its overcrowding, its small bearded men obsessed with pots of gold and mischief-making. "I'll wait here," she said, nodding her head, holding off dread, clutching her soda bread, avoiding her deathbed.
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Robert McEvily is the creator and editor of Six Sentences. He lives in the Bronx.