Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise.

(Hey, a little shout-out to Paul and ceayr in this week’s impromtu-’cause-the-primary-Six-was-a-little-less-than-we’d-hoped’ ya know. Thanks guys!)

Prompt word:

SIN

“I don’t know, Lil, they’re mostly your friends and as much as I love the ocean…” glancing sideways enough to see her denim shorts and dangerous tan, but not enough to establish direct eye contact served to renew his flagging enthusiasm, “You do, I trust, appreciate how unfair it is to have such power over a part of me that I haven’t been on speaking terms with since puberty.”

As the boy and the girl climb-walked up the parking-lot-side of the dune, the sand, as fine as inedible sugar, seduced bare feet into sliding backwards a half a step for every one gained; as effective a non-verbal statement of anticipation as any shout of, ‘Hey, we’re almost there, can’t wait to join the gang at the beach’.

The  late-morning breeze off the ocean blew through the reeds growing in startling abundance on the leeward side of the final hill, making a sound like papier-mâché hair; the air was perfumed with the scent of desiccant (with a hint of iodine) and caressed their faces as they looked down over the shoreline. The beach, surely the most primordial of boundary disputes, continued its endless victim/stalker relationship; often at peace, occasionally embraced in destructive passion, neither the ocean nor the earth ever surrendering entirely.

The girl’s face was young and thoughtful, her smile dangerous and her body made most everything else moot, as she walked next to the young man over the last sand dune with the easy stride of a child, her body accepted the minimal covering of a bikini, both innocently graceful and SINfully willful.

“OK, but those two exchange students, if they get rude or out-of-hand, just let me know and I’ll have a talk with them,” but the girl was already halfway between the boy and her ragtag group of friends, so, laughing to himself, ran to join them on the last day of Summer.

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