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.
It, (the bloghop), is hosted by Denise.
There are rules, (of course, there are always rules), but they are relatively low-demand. The story that we submit must consist of six sentences. Not five and not thirteen. Six.
(…hey, Chris, Welcome back!)
This week’s prompt word:
FORM
Walking away from the primer-and-faded-blue sedan, the man eyed the construction workers standing in small clumps of cigarette smoke, hair-of-the-dog and quiet desperation by the side of the small truck, which has been referred to, since the first entrepreneurial-worker brought an extra lunch pail to work, as the roach coach.
“Seriously, my man, are you going to tell us who or what put your arm in a sling?”
Fred Stevens, anger growing down his face like black mold from an attic full of soaking wet insulation, ignored the voice and turned towards a small group standing in front of a waist-high stack of concrete forms.
The group made itself permeable, like a cell demonstrating endocytosis, and Fred’s anger began to subside; that his life increasingly felt normal only when at work became ignorable when one of the men, already wearing his safety vest, held out a cardboard coffee cup, a caffeine thurible to begin the morning mass of hung-over construction workers.
“Well, I told the little bastard that if I saw him come around the house again, he’d regret it.”
The men all nodded in support of whatever their foreman’s anger-logic was offering, of course, at this hour of the morning, factual information was more like the forms they would spend the day assembling, empty space held together by countless metal ties, waiting on the concrete to be poured,
“I don’t care how she feels, the guy’s a loser, she’s my daughter and that’s it; ain’t no college punk gonna take my daughter away from her family.”
About clarkscottroger
again, you pack these with words. I am jealous
thanks, Paul
Guess he’s not a popular dad, telling college punk to sling his hook!
agree (seems like, kind of a jerk)
“The men all nodded in support of whatever their foreman’s anger-logic was offering, of course, at this hour of the morning, factual information was more like the forms they would spend the day assembling, empty space held together by countless metal ties, waiting on the concrete to be poured,” – I really liked this sentence. What a great simile.
ty, Nicole
He may find, to his regret, that pushing them apart will seal them closer together.
yeah, what a roger
‘anger growing down his face like black mold from an attic full of soaking wet insulation’. A true gem.
Thanks, D
I thought the video was a perfect match with this six.
Thank you.
Good one Clark. For sure, he’s only going to drive them closer. I wonder if the mom supports her daughter’s choice, or is it just Fred against them.
Suspect it’s a matter of who you ask, Fred strikes me as a ‘with me or against me’ sorta guy
Bang on. He’s most definitely a ‘with me or against me’ kinda guy, and because of that he’s interesting. A loser, yes, who you hope might come around to decent thinking. Not as crazy or as well-rounded as, say, your other famous character – Lou… but in the right territory all the same.
the boy ain’t shy, is he? (practicing different character types, this Sixville is the perfect place)
Young sculptor takes a mass of limestone and starts outline his subject , leaving areas of raw material, in coherence with the intended context.
Here comes Clark Lorenzo Bernini…and begins to embelish in ways that should not be possible. Intricate forms, undertext hidden in smoothed to mirror shine surfaces.
( Capiche??)
Laws of physics: the more you press a spring , the more energy it will emit upon release, reaching its outer bounds…balance, young Skywalker.
lol, ty, yo ty
I love the way you describe the action in the scene :)
thank you, Bernadette
So pleasantly unexpected! Love this guy (yeah, the jerk) only because he “came off the page” as they say. Excellent staging and such.
Doug already mentioned the line that made me smile/wince, lol
yeah, practicing my rogerian characters