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, ruled by a single… rule? To use the prompt word and keep it to six sentences in length.
This week’s prompt word:
Thread
Washing up against the glass that pretended to be a wall separating the individual rooms from the corridor, the ICU was filled with a kind of light that, if high and low tides were day and night, would be immediately recognized as an ebb tide.
But ebb tides are boundaries, not conditions of the ocean, and so, as the light from each room flowed out towards the nurses station, it’s character changed from the meeting of the bright and vital illumination filling the nurses station to the dusky suffusion returning to each patient’s room; the requirements for the occupants of each area momentarily worlds apart.
The array of monitors, whispering in their un-human language, watched over the man in the bed, his direct contribution to the blanket-relief map between the bed’s stainless steel railings was the rise and fall of linen peaks and bleach-white valleys; it was a rhythm indistinguishable from sleep to all but the digital sentinels that monitored and watched over him.
The shift nurse, watching through the glass, that pretended to be a wall, held the routines of her duties like a child might memorize a series of prayers; as a medical professional, she fought the urge to stay in a place not of the cutting edge technology but a time, (and perhaps a place, but surely a time), when there was, in fact, more that could be done. In the half-light of the corridors of the ICU, the light and the dark were not adversaries, they were colleagues in timeless partnership.
Life can be imagined as a thread with no beginning yet with a definitely imaginable end; one is for each to take on faith, the other to act in faith.
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very cool; thank you
“Life can be imagined as a thread with no beginning yet with a definitely imaginable end; one is for each to take on faith, the other to act in faith.”
As I said…silent Typhoon of a Six!!!
Each sentence conceals the metaphorical Philosopher’s Ink that transmutes the description of a, alas, too familiar of a scene into shards of golden insight…
And with SOD at the post scriptum!!!*
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Nice description of the man who’s “direct contribution to the blanket-relief map between the bed’s stainless steel railings was the rise and fall of linen peaks and bleach-white valleys”.
Thanks, Frank (kinda practicing my alternate imagery (or whatever the term in rhetoric is))
Dude. This is some of your finest writing. Repetition is used effectively, like with ‘the glass, that pretended to be a wall’ and the continued focus on the light.
thankee, Miz Avry
Excellent. A medical person almost always wishes more could be done, i believe.
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Five wonderfully descriptive sentences, then a profund sixth. I like it.
that is, I suspect, we, all of us here, strive to cause as a reaction from our Readers
Superb!
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