Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted each Thursday, (or possibly Sunday, depending on your sense of reckoning and time), by Denise; the Six Sentence Story ‘hop offers a prompt word and a challenge: write a story six (and only six) sentences in length.
Try it.
Its fun!
Prompt word:
THERAPY
“Easy, Sarge, you’ve lost a lot of blood and are really messed up, but you’re in the medevac and five minutes out from base.”
“Sam, what about Sam…at my side when we walked into the ambush; we’ve been together since he joined up, hell, I trained him,” pride in the soldier’s voice put italics on the first pronoun and softened the second, “you said he’s ok, didn’t you?”
“Don’t worry, most of your platoon made it out all right,” the roar of the helicopter rotors drowned out sound, and then, thought; once back in the world, days bled into weeks, which knit themselves into months.
“Would you like to see your friend, Sam,” the wheelchair made the question moot, “A word of warning, few leave a battlefield without being changed;” once in the corridor, the chair took it’s direction from an arrow under the letters ‘Neurology’; soon, in a ward lined with silent beds, the soldier watched a man, sitting in a blue vinyl chair, before a row of windows, not looking out at the lawn, rather down at something by his side, blocked from view.
Pushing the wheelchair further into the room, the doctor’s voice was one of wonder, “He was standing between you and two dead enemy combatants when the extraction team found you;” rolling into view was the object of the silent man’s attention: a pair of brown-fur triangles bent at right angles to a scarred snout, a muzzle full of lethal teeth, all resting on the man’s thigh; “…but even after a life of violence and combat, your partner is, without question, the most effective therapy dog I’ve ever encountered.”
“Sam!” with a barely-visible flaring of nostrils, the dog’s tail began to move, all the while, never breaking eye contact with the silent man in his care.
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A relationship that will always be remembered by both. I was a little slow on the pick-up and didn’t realize until the fifth sentence that Sam wasn’t a person. Very tender SSS.
thanks Pat! (it was supposed ti trick the Reader)
Stealthy bit of word weaving and not a little bit of an emotional “ambush” there at the end.
Made me damn cry! :D
ty
Your story is gripping. I especially like the phrase, “a pair of brown-fur triangles…”
ain’t that a dog? lol
The only thing that beats a good sermon is a good dog story; and this one was very well written.
Thank you.
very emotional. this word inspired a great many this week. good job you are a master at this stuff.
thanks man, (yeah, funny how some prompt words have a tendency to do that)
Caught me off guard with this one. Didn’t think that Sam was a dog. Brilliant!
Thank you, Miz Z
Aww you talked about a doggy too! Lovely six.
yeah, I was thinking that when I was reading yours!
Wonderful.
ty M
Great story,Clark. Sometimes, in todays world, I keep thinking I should get myself a therapy dog.
Thanks Len.
While they all are, the trick is to let them.
Loved the twist. Loved the dog.
Well played, Sir.
Thank you, Miz Avery
Dogs surely are the easiest of characters to write, what with being all upfront and here’n now lifeforms and such.