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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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Six Sentence Story bloghop

Denise is the host.

The process is relatively simple, though not necessarily easy. Using the week’s prompt word, write a story that is six, and only six, sentences in length.

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

Prompt word:

IDENTITY

You let yourself be pushed along by the applause and approval of friends and family in the audience and cross the stage towards a guy wearing white tie, tails and a passable Wayne Newton mustache; you think, ‘After seventeen years this has got to be the best anniversary gift ever.’

The newspapers raved about the Amazing Lamont and, though it cost extra to get reservation on the right day, you’re feeling good about the surprise, the night, everything; given the year you’ve been through, you deserve it.

It was no one’s fault, a matter of record established by both the coroner and the police; ‘nolo contendere‘ was the family attorney’s advice, insisting it would reduce the healing time for everyone by a factor of ten.

“Does anyone have an idea that would ordinarily be impossible for a reasonable person,” you think you know something to suggest, but staring at the hypnotist is all you’re capable of, the Amazing Lamont is addressing the vaguely defined faces beyond the stage lights, “such as our volunteer here, to believe is true?”

The doctors, followed by a procession of therapists and counselors threw around terms like PTSD and identity-attenuation, insisting that with enough hard work, life could return to normal; yet the time between dinner and escaping into sleep seemed endless and, worse, you still remembered everything.

“Two, One,” you hear the snap of fingers and a flash of an old-fashioned light bulb; stepping down from the stage, your eyes adjust to the semi-darkness and you realize two things: you can’t remember the last time you felt so relaxed and there wasn’t a single face, in the nightclub full of men and women, that you recognized.

 

 

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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. Very cool story, Clark!

  2. Well, damn! Nice twist!

  3. Sometimes i wonder if not remembering would be better.

  4. Pat Brockett says:

    That is one state of relaxation! Twilight zone like.

  5. UP says:

    Mano, mano, I got a wrench in my neck from that twist! Good job.

  6. phyllis0711 says:

    Very nice.

  7. So cool. You conceived a heck of a Six.

  8. Lisa L. says:

    Reading late, but finally getting around.
    Now that’s a heck of a twist. Good one, Clark.

  9. Lisa Tomey says:

    Wonderful!