Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Every week, at this point in the week, we sit down and start a post. The post will ultimately be our Six Sentence Story, however at this stage (with words like this, in spirit, if not form) we’re out to see if we can’t get something going. With the prompt word of the week.
(zoe is the host and the bloghop is Six Sentence Story. The aim, the theme, the ambition of those of us on ‘the other side of the monitor’ is write a story consisting of six (and only six) sentences.)
(A year or so ago I did a series of ‘girl-on-the-run’ ‘Sixes’. If I can find the links, I’ll stick ’em here. For now: the girl is Starr Diamond, she is being chased by a man with a german accent and her life is totally in danger. …oh yeah, she’s from a very wealthy family from Back East and her sister, Victoria, has hired a detective to find her. (but this is not about that).)
FLING
“Allemande left!”
Stumbling, blonde hair sweeping forward to create a decidedly out-of-place burqa, the girl’s martial arts training had her left shoulder dip, the better to roll out of the coming impact with the sawdust covered floor; her excitement was enhanced by the fact that she had no memory to account for the saw-toothed fiddle music blaring over the crowd of cowboy hat wearing heads.
Starr’s attention was focused on the rapidly approaching floor, every bit the luckless passenger sliding towards the rail of a capsizing luxury liner; she was surprised when the fall was interrupted as she jack-knifed like a gymnast around an outstretched arm.
“Gotcha,” using the cigarette and whisky marinated baritone to position herself, Starr slid her arm around the man’s waist, upwards along an impressively broad shoulders; all the while stepping slightly behind the him, her right hip setting as the fulcrum for her planned throw.
“The next call is ‘Swing your partner’ not ‘Fling your partner'”, laughing, he stepped slightly to the side, brought his left arm low and swept Starr off her feet only to set her down, standing to his side.
“Promenade home.” the caller’s final command left more questions than answers as the college-coed-turned-fugitive put her right hand on the man’s left forearm, feeling the muscles beneath the pearl-buttoned cuff of the intricately embroidered shirt; the decision that maybe this high-desert Arizona town might be the best place to lay low all but made.
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I love this story! Or maybe I just love the character of Starr😊
Like the backdrop, and this line, “using the cigarette and whiskey marinated baritone to position herself”, excellent wordage!
thank you, is good to catch up with our Miz Diamond
Too funny. Fling your partner. You must have seen me dance!
no, but near as I make it, theys some serious centrifugal forces in those dances!
What a great character. Love how she’s setting up to toss Mr. Whiskey Marinated Baritone. Fun story.
yeah (for me) one of the best things about this writing thing is when there are characters that you just plain enjoy writing for
I love me some square dancing action. As always you freeze a millisecond and load the action with lyrical description.
thanks val… (once I realized where/when I was, the challenge was simply to describe it in terms that made sense to the reader)
It is good to see the return of Starr and to be flung back into the action which always seemed to be part of her life.
yeah, my sentiments too, she’s a girl of mystery and intrigue. Wait ’til we find out who she’s on the run from!
Let’s hope this is a good place. Well told!
I’ve been to the area (that I picture this dance taking place in) only once, the high-desert part of Arizona. (A road trip a few years ago got me to Winslow AZ and Meteor Crater!)
Here is a fun fact for you: when I was in elementary school, every Friday we square danced during PE. I can still hear the voice of the square dance caller coming from the record player that was perched on the stage in the gym.
I remember the square dance in gym class (once or twice, it seems). (Remember this is New England, so that was a touch of the exotic folk dance)