Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Here we are, semi-Thursday already!
That means a Six Sentence Story.
Hosted by Denise, the plot is simple: write a story six and exactly sentences in length. Oh yeah, use the week’s prompt word.
This week’s prompt word:
DRIVE
‘Here, let me have your hands,” the voice remained at a near distance, a bride waiting patiently before the threshold, excitement restrained not out of concern, rather to enhance the sharing when the time was right.
He felt the leather-wrapped surface give slightly, with a joyful reluctance as fingers encircled the upper half of the arc; that he was unable to see was so fundamental as to demand no more of his attention than gravity pulling objects from above to below, or the whisper of a woman meriting closer attention.
“Lift your left foot and find the rubber square halfway between the floor and your knee, then extend your right leg and rest it lightly on a moving pedal,” the voice, having gained entry to his mind became teacher, master and co-conspirator, it implied that permission to enter was a request to engage.
“Now relax,” a pressure, which felt as much like a lover’s embrace as peddling a bicycle is to walking down a hill, extended from his left shoulder, down over his heart, a brief squeeze over the hip, ending with a metallic click.
“When you feel it, start the engine,” his right hand, guided through the air from its resting place on the warm leather, encountered a smooth circular shape; he pushed with an exertion of force that grew as much from the acquiescing of the button as the pressure from his hand and finger.
Indistinguishable from his own appetites and ambition, an inevitably natural confluence of strength and affinity, the voice said, “Now trust the sound of my voice and drive.”
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It’s funny how, for someone who thinks so much, very seldom do i stop and think about the steps i go through when it’s time to take the wheel.
lol*
* “for someone who thinks so much” I know what you mean, clark
Driving comes so naturally to me but I do remember my father teaching me how to drive.
Surely the steering wheels were so much bigger then… lol
Oh Lord, this makes me glad I am not on the road! Some brilliant sensory description going on here Clark! Amazing six!
Thank you, Miz V
(heres something courtesy of the Doctrine, “When you’re out driving on the highway, do you ever get a second, maybe you happen to catch sight of the faces in a car full of people going in the opposite direction, where you not only think. ‘I wonder here they might be going.’ but you get pulled along… slightly in your head by the sense of ‘whole families, of real people doing something and living lives and such…’ One of the three (Outsider, Predator and Herd Member) tend to do that more than the other two.
I especially liked the third sentence because I learned to drive with a manual transmission and this made me think back to the technique and skill of learning to use the clutch.
Same here (the learning on a clutch ‘three on the wheel’ no less)
I’ve been driving for 52 years. It’s part of the landscape, but I learned long ago never to drift, take it for granted, and to always remember I’m dancing with a 2,000 pound partner.
There is that (the power of 2,000 pounds moving at 65 mph… )
This brings back memories! Great SSS.
Thank you, Pat
“Now trust the sound of my voice and drive.” I don’t think so, lol.
Very engaging Six, good descriptive writing.
(And Gary Numan. Time travel right there :D )
Ha! here I am and enjoying this blast from the past song very much. Another loss for today’s new drivers, that pedal on the left, the clutch. So much more control over the burning rubber with that.
Your fine Six reminded me of a fun brother sister bonding, driving blindfolded with the other giving directions. (seemed like a good idea at the time) So- Thanks!
the fun we had*
whats not to like about the memories of adoleschood? At least from up here for those of us who survived.
* a slight lift from the title of an excellent short story from way back… wait, lets see if the all-knowing internet can help….ah! here it is, Asimov (a favorite author while I was still young…) The Fun They Had
Oh my…it took me a twice read to see what you did there, you clever soul who well illustrated in your words. Fun read!
lol thank you, Lisa