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

So, we got an email yesterday (or, maybe it was today) from Jenne and C.E. inviting us to join them (and others) in their sophomore edition of their new bloghop! Guess they have’t quite had enough of the Doctrine’s brand of wtf!?! writing.

We admit to be honored and confused as one of our hosts pens the most insightful of stories and the other, well there’s no accounting for a skilled writer’s capacity to engage with the ‘Lines?!! What lines… the colors go wherever my crayon touches down… you got a problem with that?!!‘  variety of fictioneer. (lol)

The rules? A photo and a 250 word limit.

It’s fun and you couldn’t ask for better company. Please do not allow our being invited to affect your decision to join in.

Photo prompt:

“No way!”

Moving quickly to either side, careful not to scuff the suitcase, my initial assessment remains the same: Zero-sum game. Over. None of this is making sense and, had I a thicker skin, I’d remove all traces of being here and find my way back.

“Shit!”

Action not only speaks louder than words, it sharpens our eyesight the better to detect novel options almost always hidden in the future. My downfall is far less dynamic, except in its insidious power to push the world to arm’s length; to insist on the distorted information inherent in all memory, distant and ‘what-the-hell’ immediate.

“Goddamnit!”

Ok, ok better. Stay with the ‘un-civilized’ response. That way, like it or not, is the way of free will. Well, not stuck in the same rut of self-destruction, at any rate. The ladder, now moving, appears to be elongating, like one of those trompe l’oeil things drawn by someone with both talent and the Will to try and chart their own course in life.

“Screw this…”

The amount of concrete and masonry did wonders for amplifying the metallic clatter as I walk away. Free Will it is. Even with the distance growing, the aggressively sad part of my mind would not be silent,

‘Did you hear that? It sounded like a voice.’

 

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