Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
So, the word is ‘Fault’. The ‘word’, meaning the week’s prompt. The prompt being the starting point of a story consisting of six sentences. No more, no less.
A bloghop from Friend of the Doctrine, zoe. a Six Sentence Story, every Thursday.
So lets decide on what to do with the word ‘Fault’.
…well, what a difference a (half a) day makes! This morning I suggested to Lizzi that perhaps we would throw a tag team on a six sentence story and see if we couldn’t come up with something that’d hit the ball out of the ring (badly mixed metaphor).
Anyway, here you go:
Fault
Her face seemed, at once substantial as the mountains that covered the sky beyond the window of the restaurant, yet with each flicker of candlelight seemed to say, ‘I can be known only if chased.’
He caught himself thinking, “Did I remember to charge my phone to call for a taxi later? She will never pass up an opportunity like this.”
Staring over the top of her glass, a crystal and amber moon rising towards the end of a night, she thought, “Is that the flickering of the candles in his eyes or have I drunk too much, or could this be the feeling I’ve heard described in books, that sudden awareness of being utterly, irrevocably without independent ties to the world of the people around me?”“It’s not your…” she threw the words at him, like a starving chimpanzee tossing its feces, a classic case of an approach/avoidance conflict, culture and passion ala carte.
“Don’t say it!”
“I don’t care if you don’t want to know, we are a part of each other whether you like it or not and that means, as hard as it is for you to accept it, it’s no one’s fault that we’ve ended up this way!”
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“…a crystal and amber moon rising towards the end of a night…” very good, very, very good.
hey, thanks
A new way to do a six!
yeah, kinda fun
Wow, intense! I can envision the movie adaptation of this scene!
sorta the scene between James Bond (Daniel Craig) and Vesper Lynd (Eva Green) on the train… ‘cept without the monkeys
Sometimes it’s no one’s fault.
true
‘….she threw the words at him, like a starving chimpanzee tossing its feces…”
Aiyeeh! Talk about painting a picture! lol
Where are you pulling these descriptive phrases from!?
as a professional, I think you’d concur … I really don’t think I want to know
lol
Ditto Denise’s comment. :-)
I also concur with the feces image, brings up images of early dating :)
Hmmmm now thats fairly telling!
That’s some good writing, too, Clark! I love that line with the chimpanzee. HAHAHAH.
I can tell your muse Almira has been treating you well. :)
she (my Muse) is tougher’n Olive Oyl always promising a wonderful time and, somehow forgetting or, worse, inviting Bluto at the last minute
I’ve enjoyed the comments as much as the story.
The interesting thing about this story is how reasonable both parties are in their relationship which may or may not be about to end. Your opening line was so beautiful. I might steal it myself to use later (in a slightly modified form!).
true. thanks, that is the highest of compliments