Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Here we are …again, Thursday with our Six Sentence Stories bloghop, brought to you by zoe/ivy. The premise is simple, (the execution perhaps not so much). Tell us a story in six sentences. not 78, not 3… Six. So why the long (and, to be honest) kind of obvious introduction? I spend time writing (and re-writing) this intro section, in the desperate hopes that something will coalesce in that part of my mind that ideas rise to the surface of awareness.
“…now is the time, a new day {chhkk}…now is the time, a new day {chhkk}…now is the time, a new day{chhkk}…”
Awareness returned without notice or, for that matter, any sense of transition whatsoever, the early dawn light was simply a presence in the room, like the teacher in Study Hall or the Librarian at her desk, unavoidable, implacable and possessed of Power to define and determine the quality of his life, at least for the present moment.
Through eyes that he was pretty certain were open, he could see light, leaking in around the dark window drapes, like water rising in the bottom of a boat, the essence of pending but-undefined-trouble-ahead, immune to all thought or explanation or rationalization, simply ‘the future is coming and you probably are not going to be happy’.
With the light came thought, with thought, awareness… an awareness in the manner that he thought animals might experience awareness, distilled to the simplest of messages, ‘thirsty’ ‘hungry’ ‘tired’ ‘excited’ ‘danger’, not, all in all, a bad way to live
Sneaking in with the morning light was the sense, the idea, the thought, that if he waited, even just a little, something would happen to indicate that the world was going to take at least partial responsibility and therefore provide him a compelling reason to leave the percale and wool cave that he was hiding in, for the moment, for better or worse, all he had was the silently whispering light and the record on the turntable, endlessly repeating,
“…now is the time, a new day {chhkk}…now is the time, a new day {chhkk}…now is the time, a new day{chhkk}…”
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Fuck me, man. I read this before even trying to write one of my own. Nice job. Nice (italicize this for me wouldja?)
certainly! (and with this you have witnessed the closest thing to time travel that any of us will get)
great story. At first I thought of very futuristic but then I recalled a report on bbc about living in communist Korea and that an intercom is in most kitchens pushing in government propaganda on a 24/7 basis… shutting it down was an offense…
huh… yesterday’s art is today’s science (or something like that)…. amazing days, no?
Yes, this reminded me of George Orwell’s novel “1984” and trying to avoid surveillance by the TV. Little do we realize that we are subjected to just the same checks but much more subtle.
..I’d be comfortable saying… even more checks and, in comparison Orwell underestimated the insatiable appetite of the establishment.
Bravo!
thank you, christine
Great writing–I felt I was there.
what a nice compliment, ty
Whether young or old it does seem to be the first “waking” thoughts that have the most impact on the deep recesses of the brain.
Nice job
The peace in that percale and wool cave is hard to leave some mornings. Edgar Winter?
Indeed (on both counts)… ‘Entrance’ arguably his best album.
Agreed. Love that album. Love his rendition of Tobacco Road.