Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Today is a Six Sentence Story Post. Presented by, Friend of the Doctrine zoe, the Six Sentence Story challenges us to take a single word and write a story around it. And the story must be Six Sentences long. No more and no less. It’s fun! …just like taking Miller Analogy Test was fun, like going on the first blind date was fun, like being asked to make the toast/give the eulogy/respond to a friend’s desperate plea for help was/is fun.
“I’d like a little time to think it over, if you don’t mind,” her tone was pleading, the look in her eyes challenging, just a blink from confrontational.
“No, no! I want you to take your time, it was never my intention to make you feel pressured! Take as much time as you need!” resentful, the look in his eyes: fear.
“As long as you know that, whatever happens, I’ll always love you” she said with an urgency that belied the resignation that seemed to echo the words, standing with her back to him, looking out over the patio to ocean.
“I know and I’ll never forget this” he said, a failed attempt to cover the thought, ‘…or forgive myself’.
“Madam, Monsieur? Your table is ready,” the maitre d’ spoke with an air of assured command that served to welcome, apologize to and re-assure many an impatient guest.
“Please accept our regrets over the mix-up with your reservation, I assure you everything will be just as you had hoped.“