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, it offers a prompt word around which a story is requested. One rule: six sentenae*
Prompt word:
EXTRACT
They arrived early this morning.
Flecks of ground pepper on a verdigris tablecloth, the grackles swooped over the lawn, a ravenous Tourette’s-afflicted cloud. Feathered appetite, they moved like the probability cloud that higher math tells us describes the path of electrons around the nucleus. Dark-winged extracts of invisible clouds, their wings made terrycloth-paddle sounds as they argued at each other with a ferocity louder than it should have been, given the fact that no dead bodies were left in their wake.
They called to a part of me that doesn’t need language, scorns rhetoric and is silent to reason; I felt the Seasons move, more massive than continents, more personal than an erotic daydream.
Summer took wing early this morning, just outside my window, deaf to my calling out to stay.
* Latin for sentenceseses
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Intricate weaving, Clark – master of metaphoric allegoria!
And then…bam… “They called to a part of me that doesn’t need language, scorns rhetoric and is silent to reason”…👏
Back in Black indeed.
one of the Top Three rock songs imo
thinking about doing a Rue and Rocco Six (they take a side trip to Rocco’s hometown before returning to the Bottom of the Sea)…trying to think of some tuneage…maybe (even though it’s way before these two’s time) some early Montrose
You Got The Fire… i am sure it will be a Rock Candy!
guilty as charged
lol
I felt the Seasons move, more massive than continents, more personal than an erotic daydream.
Your writing opens up worlds and terminologies I’ve not thought about before.
the fun of this particular medium/genre or whatever flash fiction falls into
Definitely a sign that fall is around the corner.
Thank you
Interesting read. The Tourette’s-afflicted cloud stopped me as I tried to envision that.
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even writing them, sometimes I react with a ‘wth?
The seasons are stuck here on “roast”.
An amazingly good six.
thank you
will trade you current summer weather
I like how the last sentence tied all of this together. Nice phrase: “with a ferocity louder than it should have been, given the fact that no dead bodies were left in their wake.”
this was one of those… wrote itself (sorta) but what it describes in terms of sequence and time actually happened
Beautiful piece of poetry, Clark.
I like Mimi’s comment “an amazingly good six.”
thanks
Yes, it is the birds that announce a season’s comings and goings. I’ve noticed large groups of crows lately, very busy.
Starting with a short sentence worked well here, and I love the summarizing (not summer-izing) last sentence.
that, the short first and, for that matter, the last sentence sorta just showed up… making sense of it (and, of course, fun with metaphors) one of those ‘wrote itself’ Sixes
Often the best, in my experience.
Delightfully different Clark, six of the best.
ty K