Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
(In the interest of fullest Disclosure), I’m going to go right for the story… no warm up…no romancing I’ll let you know later how it turns out (and spend some time (metaphorically cuddling) talking afterwards (…. oh yeah! zoe Six Sentence Stories…. be there or being square!)
(…wish me luck!)
Division
The two children played together throughout that last summer, the beginning of the new school year approaching, like the glimpse of the sea to the traveler, obscured and revealed, only to reappear as the path rose and fell.
Promises to rejoin after this mandated separation were made and embellished and recast, as if the effort to describe the future would cause it to conform to their wishes, their youth (and inexperience) served to insulate them from the futility of their ambition. That time, both it’s effect and irresistible motion forward, was the destroyer of what both held most dear, was lost on the two children, a gift outside their ability to comprehend. But the Summer ended, as it always must, and both were sent (and taken), were lead (and willingly followed), to the new school year in the separate places.
Eventually the school year ends, offering the opportunity to rejoin and the two both approach the place they spent their summers (since before either can remember), but stop, one looking at the other, their childhood now only a memory.The boy and the girl talked and tried to share their time from before and promised to rejoin again, both knowing that what was could never again be, seeing now only a future that left the children behind, playing together in the summer, Life’s final division complete.
(Hey! we’re having a Friday Night Vidchat tomorrow night (yeah, Dyanne…. tomorrow is Friday lol) I need you to be there…. comment for more info, yo)
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Circumstances do divide. Nicely expressed, Clark!
thank you Michelle (hey! vidchat tomorrow early evening ….early morning for you… about writing and such, will send invite, if you’re up that early (6:30 pm EST)
Hmm…pretty good for “no romancing,” Clark!
This is sad and beautiful – an illustration of something that happens so often in life and to so many people. As beautiful as a childhood connection or memory may be, some things are not meant to be forever and we must move on, holding them only in our hearts.
heh heh…. sometimes just diving in is best.
Wow…really waxing poetic today… So true that return to youth from just a year before is impossible
yeah, (actually was a ‘near-single draft) …don’t forget… take D. out early tomorrow I’ll be cranking up the computerolla at 6:30 our time
And time, from a child’s perspective is so skewed. An entire school year is an eternity when you are 10, but the flutter of a crow’s wing (old crow), when you are middle aged. Lovely.
What a beautifully written and poignant account of the rapid growth of experience in young children’s lives. I have a few memories like this myself.
This makes me sad. Nicely written.
This was a really good story, Clark! Many of us have had relationships during our growing up years that were either pulled apart or drifted apart, and sometimes I find myself looking back wondering what might have been if things had worked out differently. I’ve reconnected with a few on Facebook and it’s been fun to see what paths our lives have taken and how we are all coming to terms with our advancing years.