Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrines contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted each week by Denise, the rules are simple, the stories are always a surprise.
(Previously in the story of Sybil Trainor)….
The prompt word:
BUBBLE
“No, not that I don’t like her, I mean its been two days since she created Chateau Disaporea… well, I have to laugh or I’d be sleeping in my car.”
The Fay House, serving as it did as the sole first-year student housing on the Radcliffe Quad, had the advantage of being a one-hundred-seventy-three year old mansion, and as such, was to modern dormitory living as was a live TikTok app to ‘Little Women’; it was perfect for subdivision into rooms to be shared by two young women/total strangers during a time in life characterized by triumph and despair.
“… not to worry, she’s out… for a girl from the Mid-West my roomie seems awful comfortable here in Cambridge, no, I don’t have any classes with her, thank god… just intense. Yeah, I’ll hold…
“…remember that American exchange student back in our senior year …yeah, except I’m thinking this one would’ve slipped the overdose to the guy instead of drinking it… <laughter> you remember the picture of the orientation guy I sent you the day I moved in…well that afternoon, I no sooner dumped all my stuff on the bed nearest the door… and in walks this girl, tall, dark hair and without a glance to me, nodded at the bed on the far side of the room, and the guy walks over and puts a single piece of a fake-blue-marble Samsonite luggage on the bed, and, still not a word, they both walk out of the room, ikr?”
Asked his opinion of the influence of Victorian style on the still-developing architectural lexicon of the New World, a soon-to-be-famous philosopher said, ‘The intricacies of detail and (its) ponderous form speaks to a vision of heaven carved by a sinner hoping to win heaven or rule hell’; as much as a soap bubble is the epitome of short-lived beauty, the mark left by the dark-wood floors and shadowy halls of some older residences was often the difference between one longing for the past and seeking the future.
“Hey, Sybil I didn’t hear you come in… (くそ, gotta go…“)
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This six was a lot of fun to read.
Thank you.
Agreeing with Ms. Phylllis. I wonder how much of the conversation was overheard
(damn… I hadn’t thought of that*)
*no, seriously if we we take a slightly difference perspective… from somewhere in side the room to somewhere slightly outside that adds a certain (potential) menance to the tone
That 173 year old mansion sounds like a nice place to spend a semester or two. Good description: “carved by a sinner hoping to win heaven or rule hell”
thanks Frank
(clearly I was (trying) to channel my inner Milton)
I could see some of those fist years filming the house for TikToks, perhaps claiming that it’s haunted for extra attention.
Sybil continues to creep me out, yep that’s a compliment, I’m so proud of the two of you. And what a fun format you have employed!
Thank you, Miz A’vry
Of course, those of us with a certain degree of comprehensive appreciation of 20th C popular culture will see the inspiration. Ayiiee! the privilege to witness the genius of Bob Newhart’s standup (telephone bit)
Do you mean the one where he is telephoning olde England from Virginia and suggesting the marketing of tobacco? That is seriously funny.
yeah! then one with a call to Abraham Lincoln it excellent
basically that’s the effect I’m after