Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Wednesday evening. Word-warmup. This is the part of the process when I get to wander around in whatever parts of my mind that stories are hiding, not trying to find one, at least not yet, just looking. This is more of a walk down the aisle of a used book store, looking, with head titled 45 degrees, to read the titles, smelling that slightly moldy, but definitely papery scent (especially, the bindings of old hardcover books, they smell the best). I discovered used book stores in my last year of high school, up on the East Side of Providence. Next to smoking cigarettes and sex,  it was surely the coming of age event most likely to win the ‘wow!-this-is-a-real-thing?-why-didn’t-I-do-this-sooner?!’ Award.

Which brings us to our friend and host, zoe, who, every Thursday invites everyone to take a single word and create (or allow to grow) a story of 6 and only 6 sentences and share it. This week’s Six Sentence Story‘s prompt word is ‘ring’.

wait…

…very dark, odd, I thought there would be more pyrotechnics and flashing images and,  at very least a single shining light.

ah well, anticipation, they say, is the drunken, favorite uncle of disappointment… but, they, they’re nowhere to be found here, either, are they?

damn, this is nothing like I thought it would be, although it’s odd, I can imagine what anything was before this… except something is supposed to happen… to me, for me, by me

…oh man, I hope I didn’t go to… don’t say it! maybe this is a case of your last thoughts creating your eternity…. sure, lets think….hurry, that gonging sound, it’s getting louder, oh man  I hope I get this right….

“Honey, are you going to let that alarm ring all morning, you have to get up, your day is waiting…. my god, what’s gotten into you, yes, I love you too!”