Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Hey! It’s half-past-the-month! Gots to get over to ‘the ‘corn’ and see what nefarious photation they have this week! (Protection Prayer is surely in order, “Bless me Rorschach, for I forget…”)
Enough of the coy intro. What say we head over to the Unicorn Challenge and join jenne and CE They gots some crazy-talented writers who’ve done theyselves proud. Not only are there stories to read, but if you have a hankerin’ to sit in, go ahead and post your own 250 word story. (Tell ’em the Doctrine sent ya).
(PS they’re sorta normal people who write with deep and sophisticated insight into the human condition. (Well, ‘ceptin maybe for Doug. lol Don’t tell him I said that). You might not want to consider our little offering as a rhetoric bellweather.)
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“What was that?!” The girl’s voice was the reaction of goldfish to the tapping fingernail.
“Nothin’ baby, it’s just the sound of my heart that you stole last night.” The boy smiled his words with the unjustified confidence of youth.
The slow unease the girl felt since sneaking out of the house, bubbled into restrained half-laughter. She touched his cheek with uncertain affection.
“Come on, we’re together now. Your old aunt, with her so-called powers, was all talk. Keeping you locked away in that creepy house was her being jealous. Old people are like that, they all hate to see the young have fun.”
The girl felt a trill of desire from the weight of the boy. The dusky-gray light surrounding them with lover’s privacy remained unchanged.
“Come on, you promised. If I’d get you away, we could be together.” Axiomatic in linguistics: meaning and intent are complementary tools to the more active speaker.
“Yeah, I guess so. I know it’s silly, but I’ve always been afraid of being watched.” The girl’s hand touched the face above her and she smiled a quiet laugh of contentment.
The boy laughed a laugh comprised of the same phonemes as that of the girl, yet conveyed as great a semantic gap between their respective intent as a mouse to an elephant.
“Didn’t I promise you that no matter how much your aunt said you couldn’t handle being out of the house, exposed to the judgement of normal people, I’d look out for us?”
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About clarkscottroger
I think a rude awakening is on the agenda. Possibly for both of them. My money is on the aunt with her so-called powers.
totally agree!
Excellent coming of age piece, Clark.
Much as I love the wondrous Ms Springfield, I think more appropriate musical choices would be Paradise by the Dashboard Light or Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow!
thanks C
She’s not on my normal play list, but the song pushed it’s way into my head as I was finishing up. You know how that can be
The often “imbalanced’ relationships of youth.
Well done, sir. Most enjoyable.
(put a + in Ms. Springfield’s column)
ty
After that opening calumny, I should treat your tortured tautologies with ignore but where would be the fun in that? Excellent treatment of the morning-after bitter pill in the cold, grey light of dawn.
lol. dude! I enjoy your comments if for no other reason than your working vocabulary (‘calumny’)
Ah, ‘the unjustified confidence of youth’ – well, of one of the ‘youths’.
I’m amazed we all survive this coming of age time that you show so eloquently.
‘The boy laughed a laugh comprised of the same phonemes as that of the girl, yet conveyed as great a semantic gap between their respective intent as a mouse to an elephant.’ – oh yes!
As for the aunt, she’s one dark shadow – fascinating though.
Good story, Clark.
thank you jenne
PS And thanks for the plug for the Unicorn Challenge to your followers!
my pleasure
The young will find a way.
true
Nice one.
ty, CH
Ah, the bittersweet angst of young love.
Score one for Dusty; she was pretty messed up,
poor thing, but what a set of pipes on her!
Will he be able to keep his promise I wonder.
(song lyrics clue to the answer)
“And now I’m praying for the end of time…”
lol
Hmm. I don’t think she’s in good hands here. I can feel her weakness and uncertainty, and I don’t at all trust the boy’s mind games. And then there’s Auntie somewhere in the background – a whole other story I suspect, and the girl hasn’t got much of a chance with either of them. Oh dear.