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.
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Prompt word:
DETAIL
He’d reached the end of his rope…
Accustomed to a life intrinsically conducive to absolutes, he waited for the inevitable qualifier to appear in the Limited Seating Theatre that was his conscious mind. Like the tail-end of a movie’s credits, somewhere between ‘Bestboy‘ and ‘This is a work of fiction, any similarities to persons living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental‘, a certain hedging of every emotional bet would always appear; he waited with the patience of a man who believed he knew himself but hoped he might be wrong.
…almost.
Right on schedule, the despair manifested as a feeling, not so much one of ‘being down’ as it was a decrease in buoyancy; the single-word qualifier offered a condition to an otherwise straight-forward, unambiguous assertion; every drunken Romeo who, after splashing his face with water in a nightclub men’s room, convincing himself the girl accidentally threw her drink in his face.
God lives in the details… ok, sure; wait a damn minute, isn’t that ‘the devil’s in the details‘?
The internal dialogue began in earnest as it always did; the company his mind shared, as he continued his search for the True Answer, was a spouse without form or standing, far more formidable than the shiniest of wedding bands.
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The six tied nicely with the song, thank you.
“…despair manifested as a feeling, not so much one of ‘being down’ as it was a decrease in buoyancy;…”
Indeed, there is a distinction.
Is one able to discover the “True Answer” while consciously seeking it? Is an internal dialogical process help or hinderance in matters regarding “secrets of the universe”?
thanks
I think The Almighty takes care of the details as the Accuser tries to fudge them.
wouldn’t doubt it for a moment
Nice description: “he waited with the patience of a man who believed he knew himself but hoped he might be wrong” I can also relate to this: “the Limited Seating Theatre that was his conscious mind”. I was thinking that girl’s drink must have been awful.
Thanks Frank
God and the devil fighting over details? We could do without that!
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Good one – and the great song!
yeah, one of things I’ve always enjoyed about writing and blogging is the sporadic and random inputs… in this case I had the Six basically outlined and I was taking a break surfing the tv and stopped at the beginning of the movie ‘Ant-Man’ and behind the opening credits the music. Never heard the song (or, for that matter, the musician) but it totally grabbed me and I looked it up and pasted it in the Six and the finishing polish for it came as I listened.
funny thing, this writing
Wow! Like all your other pieces, this was deserving of more than one reading. Loved the well-described human internal dilemma. <3
Thank you Susan. funny things, these exercises in prompt fiction