Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to Doug’s bloghop the Min-to-Min for this nearly-Ides of March.(Plus… plus! when you get there, you’ll have the fun of reading ceayr and Jenne’s story(ette)s
This week’s prompt:
‘Paint it black’
I don’t have to answer it.
You sit, the room at one time, (and circumstance), might be considered ‘comfortably dim’ yet, in terms of lighting and illumination, (in a different circumstance), is now ‘nearly dark enough to provide protection’.
Of all the song samples on the endless shelves of the internet, why did I have to pick that one?
Some questions you ask yourself, clearly intended as rhetorical, are liars and saboteurs. The dearest price you pay for posing them is not the pain they kindle. The real price, in the only currency allowed in the realm of the emotions, is refusing to insist on a receipt for having already rendered payment for sins, real or imagined.
The ringtone, in a glitch that should not be possible, plays the entire melody. In silent lyrics, I’m forced (again) to accept that avoidance is not a remedy despite the momentary relief. I sense the dark leeching of despair as it grows, shameful masochism feasting on itself. The song’s first line ‘ I see a red door’ supplanted by one of the last, ‘My love will laugh with me, Before the morning comes’.
Whoever said pain diminishes with the passage of time, never tried to hold three-quarters of a relationship together. While the dark may be the absence of light, love is, for some, an alloy of pleasure and pain.
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Gotta say I can identify. Nicely done.
‘The real price, in the only currency allowed in the realm of the emotions, is refusing to insist on a receipt for having already rendered payment for sins, real or imagined.’ Great line, clark, and a very perceptive piece.
Thanks, Doug.
exploring words and imaginary places
I think it’s not the pain which diminishes with the passage of time, but simply we become accustomed to it.
yeah, it’s amazing (and sometimes discouraging) the things we can become accustomed/inured to
Damn*
That’s a belter of a story, Clark. (When a Scottish person says that, it means it’s first class.)
In clear language you reach down into the heart of relationship and pull out the innards of ambiguity and pain.
‘Shameful masochism feasting on itself’ – ouch!
Excellent piece.
*Well, you know what ‘Damn’ means as a comment”
thankee, Miz Jenne
long(ish) and weird story behind my ‘prep’ to write this ‘un
Last week, Clark, I said that your piece was the best I’d read from you.
This is better.
Or, as Jenne says, a belter.
I might say it’s a nailer.
In fact, it’s not bad at all*
*Highest praise available in Scotspeak
ty cyr
funny how this ‘hop has allowed me to, not so much write something different than Sixes, but my run-up to the writing is slightly different.
I always knew that the unspeakable horror of an abundant dark storage room of a psyche would someday be useful… lol