Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
As the clever sub-title intimates* I am faux-consumed by my efforts to tolerate my ambition to develop my skills in the pen ‘n paper arena. Though we all like the illusion (or is that ‘allusion’? “is there a rhetorician in the house?!”) …and yes, I did just spend a few minutes researching the etymology of that phrase. But that’s not important now** What is important now is that I get a rough draft of this week’s Six Sentence Story. A bloghop curated by Friend of the Doctrine, zoe, readers are challenged and invited (or, invited and then challenged, like accepting an invitation to a formal dinner, only to realize as you’re being seated that a) you don’t know anyone else at the table and 2) you have no idea what piece of cutlery to use with which course (most of which are clearly of ignotorum culina) but you’re there and, overall, it is kinda cool, so you decide to tough it out.) Like that, only different. (Full Disclosure: I toyed with the idea that this ‘setup’ would be my Six, for this week’s prompt ‘Entrance’. But I’ve lost the thread and besides, I’m still debating leaving the footnotes and god knows what impact it has on your pre-reading experience might be, best I continue right to the story).
He held the door for her. She smiled, (her head tilted down, as if to watch her step, yet her eyes looking up without the slightest hint of her attention being anywhere but on him), and he would do anything for her, at least, for the remainder of the evening.
She stepped through the door. He glanced at her, (while simultaneously looking in all directions with an air of challenge and pride and a little bit of uncertainty), she knew that what she knew no longer mattered, what she was, tied her to his world for the remainder of the evening.
They made their entrance.
And Mother Nature smiled.
*too much? no, seriously, new Readers? the reason for the scrabble-plus vocabulary is quite simple, I’m a clark and clarks view language and words and such like, …well, like a lion views his mane or a streetwalker views her mini skirt… it is the characteristic that, while related to functional value, at some point, ontologically speaking, is a bit of an appendix, in modern-day living, ya know?
**great recurring line in ‘Airplane’
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Im always amazed at your six …dunno why… But i am….so good…. Perhaps cuz you prepare us for otherwise??? CUT THAT OUT!!! LOL!!! just kidding you wouldnt be clark …a clark or THE clark without it… This was incredibly sweet. Love it!!!
I suppose we are all story tellers in our way (not just us that post on the web) so we imagine the relationship others have as they walk into our presence and sadly even judge them. I love how in our writing you make the reader think laterally about what is going on.
In answer to your question on my Entrance piece; Yes, I thought of my last girl friend their before I left that school!
…and unbearable sadness of course.
damn
I’m sure many people can relate to this story…the inner feelings they were experiencing and the pride they felt. Great story. :)
thank you
Very intriguing entrance you’ve created here, I want to know more about how the evening and the relationship unfolds! I love your intros, they are every bit as entertaining as the stories themselves, and give is insights into the mysterious mind of Clark :-)
I always enjoy reading your six sentence stories, and your blogdominion also, for that matter. So she was his for the evening? Bought and paid for? I have an awful imagination. But the best stories leave you with a bunch of questions, don’t they?
why! I never!! lol
yeah…damn this soul-mirroring Six Sentence
…the funny thing is, there was a sense of that as I wrote it, but then it got ‘replaced’ by another feeling (about the two people)
tell me I’m not the only blog writer who, when re-reading a post is surprised at he/she finds there.
Lions or people, lions or people, could be either, but no, probably people. You keep us guessing with your photos that accompany your stories. Clever way of grabbing the reader’s attention.
those photos (in general) have become one of the more interesting aspects of blogging for me… it will sound odd, but more often than not, when I come back to see the post (after publishing and all) I’m surprised at the effect (they have!)
The process (of picking images) is mostly trying some search term that seems to be related to whatever it is I think I was trying to say and wait for something to jump up and say, ‘pick me!’ other times, it’s ‘wow, that really emphasizes an aspect of the post that I did not really think I was focused on!
…short reply: thank you