Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
It’s once again that time of week, when zoe invites us to put to the test, our:
- skills (?) damn! that’s the hard part (and, oddly enough, the fun part) of this ‘hop. Of course, no matter how much bearing ‘skills’ have on coming up with a Six Sentence Story may be subject to debate, I will lay claim to a certain, ‘backyard mechanic’ (to employ an old and out-of-date expression) capability with this ‘writing’.
- talent (?) …god, I hope so!
- determination (?) sure, ‘where angels fear to tread, yo’
“Are you sure?” his voice conveying a sincere desire to please, yet failed to mask the threat that colored his words, the aggressive handicap that is such a persistent quality in the talented-yet-insecure.
“Yes, this really is what I hoped it would be,” feeling an all too familiar weariness, she tried to recapture her original sense of resolve that her wants and needs were not of secondary importance.
Moving over to the side slightly did nothing to reduce the increasingly unpleasant effects of his scrutiny, an all too familiar thought grew to life, ‘How the hell did this become about me?’
“I can do better! Tell me what you really want and no matter what it takes, I’ll do it!” the eagerness to please evaporating under his growing need for validation.
Reaching past him, she pressed the button marked, ‘Power’ and the display went black, taking with it the image of her very first, custom-designed, website.
“You really are the best, it’s everything I dreamed it would be, and I’m totally content with the content.”