Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Writing my Six Sentence warm-up draft. Barely one step removed from automatic writing, I find if I start typing, eventually the letters become words and the words start to relate to each other and finally they all get today and constitute a story. Sort of a hyper-evolution effect on those famous thousand monkeys. This is still Wednesday, middle of the evening no less! Yeah, I know.
But, ‘whatever zoe wants, zoe gets‘* And this, it will be my Six Sentence Story for this week. The prompt word is Trip
Wait! Glad you reminded me!! Vidchat this Friday. 7:30 EST (a littler later than before but not as late as it used to be)… I’ll post the link to the Facebook, stop by say hello, leave whenever. People have expressed concern that it’s rude to stop in for a few minutes, leave abruptly and come back a short time later. The answer is no, it is not rude… in fact, it’s kinda the cool part, sort of surprise guests and such.
Trip
Thomas Montiguy held the door for his wife, Norah, as much to be caught in the fragrant wake of her perfume, as to be polite. As they followed the maitre’d to their favorite table, (overlooking Casco Bay), Thomas, his hand resting lightly on the small of her back, like a child nervously guiding his first newspaper boat along a flooded street, managed to bump into a passing busboy, who fell under an avalanche of fine china and glassware. As the couple sat, staring at each other across the candle-lit expanse of snowy linen, their sommelier, after filling their glasses, stumbled as his foot caught on the back leg of Thomas’ chair, which had suddenly moved about 2 inches, a physical manifestation of the passionate semaphore that the couple exchanged as they stared into one and other’s eyes.
“To you, my love,” Thomas whispered, trusting the soul-connection the two had enjoyed from the first day they met, “To us,” spoke the eyes of his one true love, the flambé flaring up in a vain attempt to compete with their passion.
As the couple stood outside the restaurant, waiting for their driver, Thomas turned to Norah, his expression every bit the passion-raddled look of a high school boy who, pinning the corsage on the dress of his first prom date, instead manages, in a totally unconscious expression of his inner most desire, finds flesh, along with fabric, “what is it, my love?” Norah asked, being most comfortable with both corsages and pins.
“I’m so sorry, Norah, this being our anniversary dinner, I thought you were going to trip the waiter!”
*for a person who hates musicals, I seem to have a bunch of lyrics from famous shows in my head, wait! I’m a clark phew! now it makes sense
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Wpw! ! I’m still smiling!That was awesome!!! You went the distance for a one liner!!! Most excelante!!!
So excited forgot to say frist!
FRIST it is!
I could almost hear the violins playing amidst the exchange of loving glances and the crashing of dishes and spilling of water. Are you sure the flambe didn’t light her hair on fire?
lol
I really like the way you set the scene up here – funny, I can tell you’ve been writing. Not because you don’t write here everyday in your fantastic way, but something happens when you write novels and other things at length because then words seem to take on a magical level of complexity even though the sentence itself might not be complex. That is to say that when you do anything a lot, you somehow execute your craft at a higher level but with the same effort as before. In other words, it all flows. Very well done! That Blogdominion is dominating!
Thank you very much Cynthia! Practice does seem to have an effect, although I will say that the most difficult part is to trick myself out of the way, just before I start typing, otherwise it’s all, ‘oh really?, like they’re going buy that?, or “nice try, but you ought to keep your experiments to yourself” in side my head! I’ve always maintained that 90% of writer’s block is that voice in my head that says, ‘that really is awful, everyone will laugh’
Having been in the business, i feel sorry for the staff! Very well told, though.
Thank you Mimi
Great scene setting and with the relationship they obviously had I am sure she would have a great laugh at his comment.
wicked(ly) fun-loving couple, I agree!
Heheh oh BLESS THEIR BOOTS! I think they’re both adorable, and YOU, sir, have become adept at writing people, intimacy, and lovely human moments :) Bravo.
thank you Laura
I like it. It’s the fave de jour as well. I went w/ car trip, you went w/ trip and fall. This is a great exercise in creativity.
Thanks to Ivy!
yeah, totally agree, I’m as surprised as anyone (at the end of) each Thursday!
Nicely done, metaphors, descriptions….so romantic….ba rumpa pum… Punch line!
Damn, Clark – you just may be a romance writer. Some very nice lines here.