Welcome to the Wakefield. Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Six Sentence Story post for the week of the 13th of December.

Denise is the host.

The prompt word:

Kind

The sound of a small plane, out and above the windows, made the man pause, “What kind of airshow is that, a single-engine Cessna, high over the turf farm, playing chicken with a winter-orphaned flock of crows?” The clock, glaring from his computer’s desktop, chased his smile like a jilted lover.

He suddenly felt as wistful as a puppy riding home with her new owners; he missed the kindly analog clock, smiling down from the wall, ‘Sure, I’ll tell you the time, watch my hands and face!‘; instead, semi-bold, squared-shouldered digital numbers shouted, ‘hurry up!’

The small plane returned, the rounded sound of its engine approaching and receding, like school children playing on a summer lawn; the man rose from his writing-table and walked into the living room. A voice, due-to-limited time and a shortage of semi-colons, remained un-identified, but still said, “Would you kindly tell me what kind of story you think you’re writing?”

“The …type“, he paused long enough for his audience to brighten with smiles of pride, private recognition of their knowing the author well,  “…with six and only six sentences, of course!”