Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop
Denise the host.
The prompt word:
STROKE
The door out to the roof was a flaking-rust-and-grey metal that made the Sophomore think of Medieval battlements and overdue term papers.
Stepping out onto the roof itself, he was struck by the size of the open area, broken up by a variety of levels, platforms, inclines and structures; suddenly remembering a book by Edwin Abbott that lit up the dark loneliness of early adolescence, he thought, ‘This would pass as Heaven to the inhabitants of Flatland’.
Most of the roof was covered in a relatively-small gauge gravel, the surface was rough enough to allow for non-slip walking in the winter but, if seized by the impulse to lie down, it was smooth enough to require only two beach towels.
“Screw the gamma or infrared or whatever rays we should be screening, since the ocean will not come to the Bistro, let’s agree to pretend the beach has come to the Café, shall we?”
The Sophomore tried to feel as relaxed as the supine man now lying on a rectangle of long staple Egyptian cotton beach towels, but gave up immediately and opted for a double-elbow, elevated upper torso position on the towel next to the tall, closed-eye man to his left.
“Young dude, we’re almost an animate semicolon; and, for the record, I love this song,” the man remained motionless during the gale of laughter he unleashed on the high-urban beach where both man, and semi-man, lay singing…
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I like how the music is the link to the prompt word.
Semi-man is intriguing :)
agree
You found the way up to roof, and I think your presence may be a little too distracting. I guess I’ll need to find another spot in which to scribble!
they’re not going to monopolize the place… (on the few sunny days there are in ‘the city’)
besides you’re invited to join them
…wait a minute!! damn! Suppose (just for a minute) someone, no names mentioned, took this Six and pasted it into a chapter in ‘Tales from the Six Sentence Café & Bistro‘ blog… welll I speak with complete confidence that both the tall, thin man and the Sophomore would enjoy your company!
Does no one in your world have a name, buddy?
Who is this?!?
lol
the other Proprietors have right proper names… you’d fit right… err wait a minute,
cearyi..ceasy… ceayr! (is the a silent?)you really would fit right in at the Bistro
Well, who doesn’t love a Six that alludes to the 19th century classic, Flatland.
Life’s a beach, man.
The things we did and read, seemingly apart from life, coming back in a new form, utility
An animated semi-colon! :D Sounds like a sidekick to the Dropped Apostrophe! :D!!
Anyone can go to the beach, Clark, at any time, from anywhere… such is the power of the mind! :D
Tru dat, yo
Seeing more of the Sophomore. I enjoy his character.
The scene setting is impressive. Very visual.
Last sentence – heartwarming.