Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
It is hosted by Denise.
ed. This is one of those blog posts, more common to the earlier years of the Doctrine, prompted by a song on the radio. While one is tempted to derisively note, “A very old song,” it would be at peril of overlooking the power of the memory.
Prompt word:
COFFEE
It was still light when he woke up, a not-yet-painful glowing sunburn the only memory of the first two-thirds of a hot July day.
The kitchen table in the apartment was demonstrating it’s primary function and sole value: to serve as both a desk and, if Campbell’s Vegetable Beef soup, direct from the can qualified, food prep counter. While living on unemployment benefits can, if one has the capacity to resist the crushing weight of family expectations, peer pressure and the demands of society, be perceived as retirement-before-career, there was not an evening to lose. The nightclubs and bars, clinging to the summer shoreline like seaweed at low tide, were a thirty-minute drive, so his second stop was at a Dunkin Donuts; the first being the local package store.
‘Man does not move on caffeine alone,’ the young man smiled away the random thought that perhaps he might better spend the evening working on his writing, if not his actual resumé.
The girl, with her bare feet on the dashboard of the ’65 Bel Air wagon, interrupted his ambition with one of her own; he soon forgot all about the pain of corduroy against sunburned skin pressing against a driver’s side vinyl seat-back.
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