Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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Six Sentences, not Six words….sentences. Not 7 Sentences, Exactly six sentences.

‘Ex’  That’s the word. That’s the word?!  ‘Ex’ ?!?!  jeez, challenge our creative imagination much, zoe?  (zoe being the hostess and curator and Madame of ‘Stories, Short and Small’  here at Six Sentence Story.)  Come and try your hand (well, literally, mind and fingers, but you know what I mean).

….ain’t getting any more complete a word, so lets have at it.

“I can’t see why you don’t understand how I feel,” the young man was not as old as he sounded, (at times), and much more mature than he acted, (at times).

“I do, but you don’t know what it’s like to be cooped up in this small house, with 2  children, children not yet capable of speaking a complete sentence, at least not without spitting something up or putting something in their mouths as they try, I need to do this for both of us,” leaning over the back of the couch where her husband sat, her feet shifted in the direction of the front door.

A single wail-of-infantile-demand ricocheted down the staircase and began to fill the living room, like snowmelt in a street gutter, once started, it grew in volume.

“We have something special here, how can you not see that?” he put the newspaper on the emptiness of the couch to his left and started to get up, looking up the stairway, turning to aim his words at his wife.

“I know we can get though this, the four of us are a…”

The front door of the handsome Colonial in the most sought-after neighborhood, closed on his words with a finality that made him wince, the swelling volume of the child-cries drew him away from the pain (that he knew would be waiting for the quiet of the night), and didn’t hear the silent cries of the woman outside the heavy wooden door, as she was drawn down into the excitement that now, too late, was clearly intent on exacting far more of her soul than she had ever expected.


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  1. Cynthia says:


  2. Cynthia says:

    And I even read it, too. HAHA.
    Um…nice story there. Pretty nice use of the cliffhanger, too, what with that last sentence. :D

  3. valj2750 says:

    Asks a good question, how many SAHM need more in their lives than diapers and wails? Love the expression “wail-of-infantile-demand” and the snowmelt simile. I’m pretty sure the guy was clueless until the end.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      thanks… I’ll bet we’re (the Y Chrome Set) are more often the last to know than you people…. what with your intuition thing and all the big question is how dear a price did she have to pay? (I’ll tell you, but don’t tell anyone else, most of the story was hidden in the photo that I came upon by chance in a search for I forget what, there’s an ambiguity that I found quite startling. Mums the word, ok?)

  4. ivywalker says:

    Most excellent use of a teeney word…. You can thank a to z val for it… I like it!

  5. Ouch! I understand this young woman’s feelings, raising young children as a stay-at-home mother is exhausting and often unappreciated and lonely, but I cannot fathom leaving your children behind for any life… how would you ever live in peace with yourself? And yet I know some who have done this. My heart aches for her, for him, and most of all for those little ones left crying for Mom. What is to become of all of them now? Will there be a sequel, I hope?

  6. oldegg says:

    Typical man not willing to share responsibility and understand his wife and mother to his children. Sadly this still must happen.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      and yet, consider the expression on the person in the photo (while not actually associated with this Six, it was the spark of the story) surely there is an ambiguity that’s almost painful to observe, is there not a hint of dawning realization of the full price to be paid for the thrill?

  7. Denise says:

    “exacting far more of her soul than she had ever expected”

    Is it even possible to know exactly what the “price” to be paid is… ever.

    Good 6. Powerful and unfortunately representative of real life.

  8. I love this – closed on his words with a finality that made him wince. And the last line, too, is particularly good. Love the insight we get here of life behind closed doors.