Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
…tap… tap?!?! The prompt word is tap?
are you sure?
OK, I just went online and saw that the word is ‘TAP’ and god knows, if it’s online, then it has to be true. Give me a minute. Late start. This element (of warm-up) is coming at 8:06 am Thursday. yeah! I know! (There’s a window of ….something for me, for writing. too much real world and whatever aspect of my brain that enjoys doing this withdraws and hides, the 5 year boy, tolerating the company clothes demanded by the occasion, spotting the opportunity of an un-attended empty bedroom (with a pile of coats on the bed, like a high fashion igloo), withdraws and refuses to come out until all the strangers have left the house.)
oh, yeah… New Readers? here’s what we do. zoe provides us with a prompt word and our job is to make up a story using that word. A Six Sentence Story. the six in the name refers to the number of sentences it should contain. give it a try. it seems real hard and, if you’re not careful it might feel like work, but it is not. it’s fun (see? nary a capital letter in the last bunch of words! the only rule, really has to do with sentence count. ain’t nobody said nothin about grammar! like I said, Fun!)
“Tap”, he said.
Patricia thought is was strange to hear a single word, spoken in a solidly-baritone voice, given where she was at the time.
She sat at the console piano, in one of (many) practice rooms in the Music building, sounds of a variety of instruments lightly filling the air, in a quiet barrage of notes and timbres, none loud or assertive enough to proclaim the instrument of it’s birth, it was the sound of an mute orchestra in an asylum.
‘Tap, Tap, Tap.’
Now she was sure she heard it, words and not notes, the fact that she sat in a room that consisted of four walls, a ceiling and a floor, all of which, (except the floor and a little square of glass in the door), was covered in acoustic tile, looking like a sponge pressed into two dimensions; she looked at the sheet music tilted over the keys, ‘Mozart’s Table Music No.3’.
… said he, “Pat.”