Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
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prompt word: ‘JOINT’
Six Sentences (per) Story
Joint.
‘Time is surely the slyest of gods,’ he smoothed the ridiculous paper gown flat with hands the backs of which were even more wrinkled.
‘How so?’ he thought she looked younger than yesterday, himself vaccinated against irony by his analytical mind.
‘It takes our world and changes things in such a subtle manner, not only do we not notice, we approve, even embrace it’s deviltry’, he sat up straighter, the sound of footsteps approached the closed-door but continued on, hounds of an unknown hunter following a fresher scent.
‘Now you’re being overly romantic, as usual‘, she smiled with the love and confidence that anchored his soul.
‘How then, did it come to be, that I distinctly recall, when asking, ‘What kind of a joint is this?’ the person I expected the answer from was a man in a stained apron, a cigarette and a battered smile, rather than someone who’s first name I can’t pronounce in a spotless white coat and too young a face.
He turned, the soft avalanche of her laughter beginning as it had through the years, soothing his self-inflicted turmoil; but the only chair in the doctor’s examining room remained empty, unable to shield him from the sounds of busy strangers passing, back and forth, just beyond the door.
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This may be your best.
Powerful is the only adjective I have. Well done.
Thank you for the reminder.
Brilliant as always!
Thanks, Paul
This is on another level! Great stuff.
Oh, yes, time is sly. Very well written!
I can picture us in a joint just like that – very well rounded characters for only six sentences.
“Time is the slyest of Gods.” What a great line.
“himself vaccinated against irony by his analytical mind” another original line
It sometimes takes me a while to read your writings because I find myself pondering the originality of your word play. It is very poetic at times.
Great SSS!
Thank you, Pat. I’m definitely sifting through the words and thought on these… it can be found and it can be vexing. Like trying to walk a certain path with your eyes closed. Despite how certain you are that you are where you think you are, when you open your eyes and you’re not… that is the feeling I hope for when I start to write a six.
Excellent as always! Sixers are getting a bit dark this week.