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

Just got a note from jenne, asking if’n I was going to participate in the Unicorn Challenge this week.

I was happy to receive the reminder, as I had just completed an experimental post over at the Six Sentence Story ‘hop. Man, talk about yer 21st C, First World problem!

I do appreciate the reach-out. The novelty of this level of connectedness in the virtual world is still noteworthy. (ceayr would’ve phrased it …differently lol)

But here we are, photo as invitation and two hundred and fity words (or less) of a story.

“We could say we got lost, they’ll believe that, they’re always saying how I’m off in a dreamland anyway.”

The young man was unaware of the change in his voice, both words-per-random-thought and upwards-skewing to the personal pronouns.

The idea of the walk into the hills had been purely random, (serendipitous, his inner voice, still somewhat dazed insisted; ‘It was meant to be, therefore serendipitous!’).

The topmost button stuck it’s pearly-white head through the boutonniere of her blouse and the girl smiled, “Yeah, this was way more fun.”

The boy stared over the tops of the flowering shrubs, across the small inlet and tried to sort out his reality. In the final hours of the final day of the graduation field trip, as he orbited the clumps of friends waiting to board the bus, the prettiest girl in class walked past him, paused and turned, “I saw some flowers yesterday that I need to gather, come with me, it’ll be fun!”

He knew her name, but measured in the social calculus of attractive/weird^{‘When-pigs-fly’}; it was the only complete sentence she’d directed at him in four years of school.

A new voice, well, an old voice, insinuated itself into his half-dialogue with the girl smiling at him, “Say something not stupid”.

Already on her phone, pushing through the now-thorny bushes, in a voice that would haunt his nights, she laughed, “Tell the driver to wait! No, nothing special. Just a random impulse, I’ll tell you later.”