Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
It’s Wednesday. About 6:24 in from work. Warm-up. For tomorrow’s Six Sentence Story. zoe wants us to write them. Yeah, and no, I doubt I can keep it up. Papa clark (which so does not work the way that it should).
Anyway. Six Sentences with a prompt word: SECOND You write a story, six and only six sentences and you send it in. We read it. We comment.
Pretty simple, isn’t it?
(Here’s an idea for a Six that I hope will go away before I have to use it: write a story in six seconds. Can’t be done. Can it?) (Planning ahead would not be cheating would it?)
Gotta think about this, gimme a second.
The speaker shouted sincerely to the crowd, cheerfully strident words of welcome and projectile enthusiasm, “How’s everyone feeling this morning! Are you a leader or are you a second bite of the apple person!?”
The man raised an eyebrow and smiled at the promise of an entertaining morning in the overly air-conditioned hotel ballroom in the capital city. His companion, less experienced in the secular revival-meeting atmosphere of overhead projectors, colorful charts with blurred legends in blue and red on slightly wrinkled projection screens, played with her phone, checking and re-checking her email. From where the two sat, the lower half of the main screen was obscured by shifting forest of polished bald heads and elaborate piles of desperately youthful, blonde hair of real estate agents and brokers, a congregation of well-heeled faithful in pews of metal and plush upholstery, eagerly waiting on the next sermon of self-empowerment.
As the emcee confidently informed the gathering that the next speaker would share a secret that would be worth much, much more than the price of admission, his companion leaned over and said, “Wait a second, that’s it?! What is this, a shaggy dog Six Sentence Story?”
He smiled, his eyes glowing with compassionate wisdom and whispered, “Shh, most of these people are very young and probably don’t know what a shaggy dog story, and besides, since the advent of texting and twitter, they have become nearly extinct.”
Today I have to leave early. Morning is my time to write.
If I can’t come up with something by five thirty,
I won’t return until mid-afternoon.
The pressure on! Just give me a second.
It may not make sense, and syntax will be lacking, but if nothing else it will be a six.