Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Kind of a late start for my ‘warm-up’. It’s 8:19 on Wednesday.
This, of course, is the Six Sentence Story. A bloghop hosted by zoe. A story of six sentences total (no more and no less) based on/related to/involving the week’s prompt word. It can be fun. It can be aggravating. It can be both. That third statement is probably the most difficult lesson in life. (As a child, I held on to the belief that truths were simple, straightforward and unambiguous. As an adult I came to believe that the opposite was true. The lesson is that both can exist in an uneasy, life-affirming coexistence. Takes a lifetime to learn. oh well.)
This week’s prompt word: BORDER
The streetlights lit the interior of the Buick like chandeliers swaying in a nighttime hurricane, oblong shadows chased each other over the dashboard, climbed the seat backs and threw themselves into the canyon of the back seat. He held the steering with only his left hand, nestled in the plastic angle created by the spoke that connected the horn to the vinyl-wrapped circle, a bird of prey momentarily awed by the depths of the valley surrounding the nest. The console of the car bore defiant witness to the tenacity of human needs for security; designed to travel at speeds of over 120 mph, the steel and glass home had to have a cupboard, supplies were necessary no matter how brief the trip. The driver’s right hand lay palm up on the padded console, a willing (and hopeful), castaway rocking ever so slightly on the hard bone ridge of knuckles.
Light slowly bloomed in the distant night, the first of the stores and shops that stood to mark the edges of the small border town.
She smiled from the corner of her eyes, the arc of dark eye brows over eyes that would spark and flare more than twinkle and shine; the woman’s passion and power were inseparable, and with the first touch, any distinction, irrelevant.
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Alright!
lol
One of, if not the, your best! Simile, metaphor, imagery. Vell done! Vell done!
zkank you
I knew there was a woman in that Buick! Even though she isn’t revealed until the last sentence. His human need for security makes him vulnerable. Tell him to be careful.
he knows so much that he knew that someone would say that and, since he knew that, he was in no danger…. lol
Nice take well penned.
thank you.
Very powerful, all of it.
ty mimi
Fun! Would the Buick be yellow by any chance?
…with a heater that waited until it had a chance to warm the air before blowing it on the passengers
What great descriptive prose to illustrate the story for us. What a fantastic last sentence.
thanks, man
A delightfully different take!
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Wow! Well done and very descriptive.