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, once a week, by Denise, it is, as bloghop go, the essence of simplicity.

Employing the week’s prompt word, write a story consisting of six and only six sentences.

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

And …and! As a bonus, from most of the talented writers who participate, we are treated to small tales of wonder, tantalizing episodes of serial adventure and grab-your-sides funny stories. Of course, the Six Sentence Story bloghop being Freedom Hall, the Wakefield Doctrine is licensed to confound with Sixes such as the following.

This week’s prompt word:

BEAT

[Thuh…]

 

The name, William Blake, took up residence in the not-all-that metaphorical Green Room of the man’s early-morning mind; he let a smile push parts of his face into a pattern more habitual than congruent to his mood.

‘A little late now, don’t you think,’ The smile, as un-sustainable as are all willful lies, despite how practiced they may be, began to break down, like fractal clay banks of a river at the end of a flash flood; a life-time of habit coughed a laugh in a vain attempt to reshape his lips, the better to support his eyes.

[…Luh]

 

The world, long a puzzle of recalcitrant parts looking so simple, yet always resisting the effort to join together into a sensible whole, stopped moving around the man and an Arctic chill filled the space between his scalp and his skull, hair follicles contracted in a long-abandoned defense to make a being un-appetizing to any and all predators…

[     ].

Between one beat of the heart and another, lies the most objective and concrete manifestations of ‘everything’; the sound of one extinguishes and the essential habit of mortality anticipates, if not hears, the next note of a song, the only one that has ever mattered.