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

Surely I got the declension (or would that be gender) of the faux latin title for this week’s Six? Nothing dresses up a little tale of mystery and humility than a quick coat of latinized spelling. Am I right?

Denise is the host of this, the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

The challenge is to write a story of six and only six sentences and have it (the story) involve the week’s prompt word.

Hey! Got ambitious and thought I’d try a 2nd person POV for this week’s Six. (Its a story kernel I’ve been playing with since, well, since before I started trying to learn to write good. It’s a time travel thing. Let me know if it ‘works’.)

This week’s prompt word:

Type

Two sounds drag you out of dark unconsciousness: from somewhere above, machined-tight harmonies that could only be the old group Poco and just outside the door, the metallic swish-clack of a mechanical typewriter; a part of you hears them as everyday background sound, which in turn creates a thought-stampede in your head like a drunk driving through a parking lot full of seagulls.

Your normally calm and logical mind begins to shout in that oddly prissy tone that often precedes panic, ‘You live in a suburban ranch house with a spouse not inclined to redo the master bedroom with painted-concrete block walls and a single bed in a decor reminiscent of…’

Swiveling your body from a joint-stretching supine to upright, without conscious thought, you lean against the wall, as your mind completes the thought, The dorm room where you spent the first third of the 1970s.

Like walking into a steam room full of practical jokers, the sights, sounds…and, now that you think of it, the smell of sangria and sandalwood incense take turns overwhelming your senses; your hands wander over legs and arms, as if sightless touch would be immune to the lies that have kidnapped your other senses.

Waking up alone in a single bed, wearing corduroy pants and what appears to be a multi-hued tee-shirt, you feel an invisible glow of pride in remaining relaxed as you take in the wall posters of cats, Albert Einstein and flower-beautiful mis-quotations of Fritz Perls; in the background, the sounds of a building waxing and waning in a competition of musical notes, slamming doors and flushing toilets.

An insectile buzzing mutters somewhere on your leg and, pulling out your cell phone, you see the photo of your spouse and hear their voice, ‘Where are you?”

 

 

 

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

Comments

  1. Violet Lentz says:

    “Just where I wanna be.” sounds like an accurate response.. I love the visual I got when I read, ‘like a drunk driving through a parking lot full of seagulls’

  2. UP says:

    Grand six as always my man. Reminded me of a Baez song, Love song to a stranger. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YX5v6D20w28

  3. Most excellent 6!
    “Like walking into a steam room full of practical jokers…” Love this line, lol.

  4. Drunk driving through a parking lot full of seagulls. Don’t know if I’d dodge them or drive into them if that were me. LOL

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      easy enough, specially when three are fighting over one piece of something

  5. How do you answer such a thing? You put him in quite the position, and eloquently.

  6. Pat Brockett says:

    You have painted so many scenes in these six sentences!

    “the metallic swish-clack of mechanical typewriter”

    “a thought-stampede in your head like a drunk driving through a parking lot full of a bunch of seagulls” (This certainly deserves some kind of an award! Having seen so many seagulls in parking lots in our area, this is something so easily imagined.)

    Cell phones with their “insectile buzzing” – great description

    Great SSS!

  7. Lisa Tomey says:

    This had me taking a trip back to younger life and what a way to end!!

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      thanks for that response. my ambition not only exceeded my capabilities, but realistically, it was beyond the scope of Six Sentences (even semi-colon-enhanced sentae)
      that being said, I was striving for a gender neutral set up.
      What I was not able to do, but is the ‘hook’ of this story is: our protagonist is awakened in the dark by a cell phone and then, as he/she talks, dawn rises on a scene from college… he/she is, in fact, inhabiting a 19 year old body in the early 70s… ok, we’ve all scene that story/movie, but there is still a cell phone and the person on the other end of the call is in the protagonist’s until-very-recently’s present…
      I have seen the truth of the fantasy of returning to the past with the experience of the present and it ain’t pretty
      ya know?

  8. Deborah Lee says:

    “Where are you?” “Ummmmm…” Your imagery is evocative as always. I’m sure I could pick your writing out even without your byline, and that’s a good thing. And you dun good with the second person POV, too. Great six!

  9. Wait. Is corduroy out? Corduroy is my favorite color, especially as my eyes get worse. At least he still has his cell phone. Cool Six. I enjoyed the trip.

  10. dyannedillon says:

    “Tonight I’m gonna break away, just you wait and see….”