Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
What an interesting, (in that synchrondipitous way that tempts us into believing in, the not-easily-believable), coincidence! Ch ch ch changes, indeed!
Early evening Wednesday and I’m posting an Office photo to prove my whereabouts.
Not so early Thursday…
He opened his eyes, Lake Michigan to the fore and a couple of skyscrapers to the left of his field of view. It’s not that he didn’t know where he was, he simply was not yet, mentally prepared to appreciate where he was, such was the non-remembered path that lead to this bed.
That alcohol and hormones played the dominant role in his decision-making, did not seem to warrant consideration.
The remnants of both lingered, like cigarette butts stubbed out in leftover food on a bone china dinner plate, still unmistakable in their allure, deprived of their overwhelming power by the forced maturity of the early morning light. Fortunately, (or not, depends on one’s perspective), Stephen was still in his bullet-proof 20s, imbued by his gender to view a night un-recalled as a promise of remembered pleasure rather than lurking regret.
Even the blanks in the hours from late-in-the-evening to now-in-the-morning, and despite how they represented a total change in his plans for his first night back in his hometown, Stephen Eddington felt the iron-clad confidence of the young person with their first credit card.
Seeing how this un-intended coincidence hardly ever happens, I’ll divert from the norm and include a music video. Good music and an insurance policy of conformity to zoe’s requirements for (a) Six Sentence Story: