Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Each week a new prompt word.
Each week a challenge to write a story of exactly six sentences in length, a story employing the prompt word, directly or sideways.
Our host is Denise. She works hard at keeping this ‘hop available each week for those of us who enjoy writing, want to practice writing, enjoy reading, feel the need to watch words arrange themselves on the ‘page’ like trained ants. So, if you’re reading this intro, welcome. And before you start whatever ritual you employ in order to participate, take a minute and tell someone else that this is more fun than….than…. playing a perfect game of solitaire. (You know there is luck involved, but it just plain could not have happened without you.)
…just had a thought. Readers of this blog will immediately recognize ‘St Dominique’s’ as the convent of Sister Margaret Ryan. Sr Ryan being the full-time novitiate nun and part-time tech-sleuth who is the heroine of ‘Blog Dominium’ and (WIP) ‘Home and Heart’. So this Six, like many of my Sixes, is drawn from that world-story. (The running outfit that scandalized St. Dominiques? A gift from Maribeth Hartley, Sister Margaret’s bff from ‘Blog Dominion’. .ed)
This week’s prompt word:
CRUNCH
The sound of the bedroom door closing incorporated itself into my dream as a drawbridge slamming to the earth on the far side of a bottomless moat; my half-asleep mind and sleep-glued eyes struggled together to read the note at the foot of my bed, a single word: RUN.
In the beautiful cursive hand of Sister Cletus and her favored Mont Blanc, the embossed card perched, like a solitary bride atop a rumpled cake, on a pyramid of clothing: pink-and-black satin boxing trunks, (‘EVERLAST’ embroidered on the corrugated elastic waist) and a gray hooded sweatshirt, ‘Chicago PD’ stenciled on the back; my favored running outfit.
It was still predawn dark when I crossed the courtyard of St. Dominique’s convent and headed towards the sea; it occurred to me as I ran in the chill of the dying moon, if anyone was really wanted to find evidence of trolls, banshees and ice giants, the hours between three o’clock and sunrise were the truly enchanted hours.
With the subtly amniotic scent of salt air caressing my nose, I crossed the parking lot, dull slaps on asphalt replaced by the hissing of sand clutching at my feet; at the top of the dune I could see the beach, a striated ribbon of white and grey, dwarf conch shells and quartz pebbles that, melted by the endless waves, dull flat grey transformed into a shiny grey with each receding wave.
On my return to the convent, the sight of other nuns and novitiates, white-on-black wraiths, moving about the grounds in their morning routines, brought home the fact that my normal fifty minute run had taken ninety; I managed to shower and change in ten minutes.
Stepping into the kitchen, I saw the a single bowl and spoon on a linen place mat, Sister Cletus her back to the door, spoke without preamble, “A runner knows to take care of her body, to replace what was sacrificed during exercise,” turning, her life-etched face beaming with private humor, held out a brightly colored cardboard box, “Cap’n Crunch?”
Music Earworm warning! (lol, no, I have no idea!)
No kidding, earworm
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Good 6! I’ve missed Sr. Margaret and her nun posse :)
I also enjoy the imagery created in your writing.
thank you. (good song) yeah, Sisters Margaret and Cletus make an interesting pair….in fact! here’s a scene I really enjoy from ‘Home and Heart’
Never like Cap’n Crunch. I was a Fruit Loops guy! I almost went to the Cap’n for this one, but couldn’t condense it to six.
lol… (hate to say it but I never ate either one (at least not a regular basis).. but came to the rescue for this otherwise challenging Six
Cap’n Crunch strikes again! I never thought of the cereal for the prompt, but apparently it was a popular insight.
Several great descriptive images in this six. Your increased effort in writing is really paying off!
Thank you, Kristi
Oh, yes! Cap’n Crunch was always Sweetie’s favorite, he used to be able to eat a whole box in a sitting.
lol (I always thought that becoming an adult was to be able to do that (eat a whole box of cereal or ice cream)… but I can’t remember ever having done that…despite there being no adult around to tell me I can’t. That doesn’t seem fair! lol)
Sleep-glued eyes; too descriptive! I liked the humor of these two characters.
Capn Crunch was the main food of most of the students at a college that I once attended. Which was amazing, as the food wasn’t bad. I will admit to buying a box of fruity pebbles about once a decade and making a meal of it. Dinner. I have no explanation for this. Oh, and I am over due…
thanks (yeah, Sister Margaret and Sister Cletus make an odd, but way interesting pairing. as a matter of fact, I included a scene in (my) reply to Denise’s comment from my WIP ‘Home and Heart’ that has one of the most enjoyable things about writing characters. I suspect there’s a cool literary term for it, but it’s when we learn some totally surprising thing about a character that we thought we knew, in this instance, about Sister Cletus.)