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 each and every week, it’s fun and simple: write a story using the week’s prompt word and do it in six (and only six) sentences.
Last week, when last we saw Ian Devereaux, he’d just begun to be deviated from his return trip home…This week’s prompt word:
RANGE
“Wait, didn’t you have a puppy on your left arm when I stopped to pick you up?”
As much as I enjoyed watching the girl get settled in the passenger seat, I felt a growing urgency to rejoin the stream of southbound cars, forcing my way, if necessary, in my current pride-and-joy, a brand new A7; it’s price range was justified as she pulled her door closed and all traffic noise simply ceased to exist.
The way of sandalwood incense, (with a hint of patchouli), ushering her in, was immediately balanced, (against an arguably more powerful scent of ‘new car’), by the micro-filtered, controlled environment that the manufacturer, Audi, boasted of in its ads; with the hyper-vigilance common to owners of a new car from a favorite brand, I thought I saw a flicker in the dashboard and a barely discernible increased susurrus of the ac fan.
As soon as I got back in the high-speed lane, I returned my attention to my passenger, who, after folding her jacket and putting it on the backseat, faced forward with such ingrained casual confidence, that, had this been a convertible and it was a warm summer day, there was no doubt her feet wouldn’t already be on the dashboard.
“I’ll never tell.”
A flash of static raced along my scalp and the bottom of my stomach dropped as my brain and my mind got into a fight over whether the girl I spotted hitch-hiking had on flannels and grunge, (not to mention a small dog at her feet), or wearing the mini skirt and knee-high leather boots that were having their own separation issues as she leaned forward to run her left hand down the smooth dashboard display,
“What the fuck kind of new car you got here, buddy, you couldn’t afford a cassette player and,” her lip curled in a way more akin to a predator’s challenge than merit-based dismissal, “I hate to deflate that burgeoning pride you got going, but do you know they left out the cigarette lighter, right?”
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in my misspent youth i accepted many a ride from many a shady character lucky to be alive i am! good post
yeah, the things we did…how times change!
Thinking the picker upper is in more danger than the hitcher. I smell an undercurrent of sinister.
yeah, what could Ian been thinking?
…shit! wait I’m supposed to know that, aren’t I?
lol
I take it from her complaints at the end about the cassette player and cigarette lighter that she was a “scott” and Ian who picked her up might be a “roger” since he noticed the “increased susurrus of the ac fan”. Just a guess.
I suspect there is more to this tale. I wonder what she had to do with that earlier accident.
good effort on the Doctrine perspective.. def a scottian female i.e. no hesitancy, an total lack of self-consciousness and (this doesn’t show in the Six but is one of the primary characteristics of all scotts): her gaze never wavers… scotts can be spotted by their eyes, they are never not paying attention to their surroundings (see the thumbnail of the three worldviews, aka personality types look closely, the scott is the one you’ll notice first)
good effort on Ian, in terms of being attuned to the details of the car (and it’s functioning) but, he’s a clark (at least I’m trying to write him as one…lol). clue: despite being the one (in the Six) who initiates all actions in this scene, he’s spending an awful large amount of time thinking… (Doctrine saying: clarks think, scotts act and rogers feel)
Someone is in a pickle, and it’s not her. Does he ever ask himself how he gets into these things?
all. the. time.
lol
Dirty honey it is!
Six and music dancing together perfectly!
yeah catchy damn tune, no?
From different worlds, they are, and I think she’s about to upset his a bit… She seems very shady.
Sounds like someone picked up a blast from the past, though wearing sandalwood perfume and folding their jacket neatly can’t be all that bad.
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A thoroughly enjoyable story of a doomed encounter, I fear. It’s sad how “burgeoning pride” can be so easily deflated. *I’m NOT grinning*
lol
sometimes I try to reach for the edges in my writing, thank you