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

This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to Doug’s new(ish) bloghop the Min-to-Min for this, the somethingth of February.

Only two requirements placed on those of us driven to write: it must key off of a specific phrase, idea or prompt word and it cannot exceed two hunnert an pfity words.

So, head over to there. Reading the stories is fun. But, if you’re so inclined, why not write one and link it to the ‘hop. It’s a very collegial bunch of writers there, you will feel comfortable. (though, maybe it best not to say anything about who you heard it from, ya know?

This week’s prompt

Spy Balloon

Marie Sophrosynée did not cry.

Her only child, Dieudonné, stood before her in the living room. To fortify her resolve, Marie looked past her son at the room that had been their refuge since the loss of a third of their family. The photo of the family as a whole remained on the mantle, a man in uniform, a woman in love and a child that made them whole.

Marie hated and loved the photo, but endured both as it was the last remnant of a life destroyed.

“And, they said, because I am of legal age, I could enlist right there, with the other boys.”

Dieu, (as Marie preferred), stood with an awkward pride. His mother’s glance towards the mantle did not go un-noticed. But he heard the Sergeant’s last words, after securing binding signatures from the very young men in his office, spoken with the invigorating confidence, “Don’t talk more than you must at home, lads. Just remind them that you are making them proud citizens of the State.”

Marie Sophrosynée, sensing with the corrosive wisdom of a mother’s love, that to cry or to clutch at her son might leave a vulnerability, like Thetis at the rivers edge, smiled and put her hand on his head in painful benediction.

The recruiting poster he held, fell and unrolled on the floor.  Florid colors and cartoonish lettering:

“Your Country Needs You. Train to Be a Spy Balloon Pilot.! Protect Our Freedoms! Sign Up Now!!!”

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

Comments

  1. Sitting on top of a layer mythology, rides a tragic story of misplaced heroism as old as time itself. Top shelf, clark. (PS – Many thanks for the plug on your blog.)

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      thanks Doug

      Seems the older I get the more I hate those who take advantage of the young, in the worst possible ways: to tie into the qualites that makes youth so magical (and dumb and immature) for their own profit

  2. jenne49 says:

    With the tone of the language, the descriptions of th family and the classical references, you built up such a noble tale of honour that I completely forgot what the prompt was – until it hit me between the eyes in the last two hilarious and unexpected lines.
    Brilliant, Clark!.

  3. Very well done!

  4. ceayr says:

    A masterpiece of flash (or Sound Bite) fiction, sir.
    I guessed from the names we were in for something special, and you did not disappoint.
    Please accept my ‘Chapeau!’