Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop
Denise is the host.
Six are the number of sentences required.
(Note: Sometimes I’ll write a Six as a effort to duplicate a ‘style’ or rhetorical construct (or whatever the proper term is for, ‘How did the author do that?!’ This week, as I sifted through Sixlettes, one my favorite books, ‘The Lathe of Heaven’ by Ursula K Le Guin. reminded me why I loved the book.)
Prompt word:
ANGLE
“Is there anything you’d like to talk about this week, you’re looking rather pensive,” what remained of his white hair made the doctor’s grey goatee look like an exclamation point; the concern in the old man’s eyes took the threat out of everything, except his questions.
Looking uncertainly at his hands, the young man tried to decide if it would be better to respond to the doctor’s question or wait for more information to hedge his bet; the silence spread, like water on a basement floor fed by leaking pipes hidden among cobwebs and bad lighting.
“Yeah, the dream again,” the man glanced up at the office wall, the diplomas and awards looked like badly pressed flowers or Rorschach butterflies trapped under glass; the psychiatrist’s wire-rimmed glasses held a reflection of a man sitting in a leather chair like it was the ledge of a tall building.
“This time it started with hotel ballroom full of young people who didn’t want to be there, they had to guess a single word to win an award; then the next thing I know, I’m in an old-fashioned prison, where I was some old black guy and another prisoner was about to get himself in serious trouble with the head guard and I knew that all I had to do was prevent the young guy from saying a certain word, which, of course, I couldn’t remember.”
“I’m sorry, our time is almost up; I want you to put a note pad next to your bed, so next time, you can preserve as much detail as possible; this, in my opinion is the most productive angle of attack to solving the meaning of your dream.”
The young man looked at the beautiful woman, now standing behind her desk and smiled, as he felt the world reassert itself, for now.
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