Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise. This ‘hop has but one rule, that I’ll share with thee, Six and only six sentences your stories must be.
This week’s prompt word:
JINGLE
“No, I don’t mind holding,” I lied.
Sitting at my desk, on a late-December afternoon, the offices of Desiderata Investigations and Conflict Resolutions LLC was enshrouded with the kind of gloom possible only in the northern latitudes; during Winter; on a cloudy day.
“Yes, still here… I already told the young woman who answered the phone what this is about, but, sure, if you need me to repeat my request,” I tried to force my eyeballs to expand and throw off the stingers that encircled them like meth-addled spermatozoa refusing to accept their creator believed that quantity offset competency and more is more.
“Yes, I realize the Human Genome Project is a multinational effort and this number is for the most general of enquires,” I swiveled away from the empty office now possessed of that special kind of dark that can be witnessed only by one who has let the natural light extinguish before being compensating with interior illumination; a room full of newly-hatched shadows is nothing if not a nightmare’s finger paints.
“This is Dr. Joseph Aāmīn, how may I help you, Mr. Devereaux?”
“So my question is this, what part of our DNA accounts for the feeling we experience when our loved ones die; no, I don’t mind holding,” The pre-recorded music was their corporate jingle and was making the second go-around when, after throwing it as hard as I could, the far wall of my office got all Newton’s First Law on my cell phone, putting it out of its misery; one-out-of-two ain’t bad.
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Sentence 4 resonates in its articulation of “that kind of dark”, its conclusion brilliantly expressed, “a room full of newly-hatched shadows is nothing if not a nightmare’s finger paints.”
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Profound sentence –
“now possessed of that special kind of dark that can be witnessed only by one who has let the natural light extinguish before being compensating with interior illumination; a room full of newly-hatched shadows is nothing if not a nightmare’s finger paints.”
thank you, Reena
given your own writings/work that comes as a high compliment.
” So does absence live its life, with us or alone,
gestures invisibly, falls silent, wears out, grows old
like a proper existence, with the silent smile that wrinkles little by little
mouth and eyes, measured by our time,
losing colors, multiplying her shadow –
it lives and grows old with us and perishes with us, and remains in what we leave behind.”
J. Ritsos, The Shape Of Absence
yow*
*compliment on a statement that creates a shape, varied in reflection by each Reader
Good question in that last sentence about DNA and the feeling of loss when a loved one dies. It seems like there is more going on underlying such feelings that DNA can’t explain. I particularly liked how the “wall of my office got all Newton’s First Law on my cell phone” although I suspect it might be Newton’s Second Law, not that I would know. (If a loved one of yours has died, my condolences and blessings.)
lol
Don’t tell anyone, but I musta read three articles on Newton’s Laws (started a fourth but it was about the fig-based cookie) before trying to use it. Admittedly a bit round a bout* imagery. But like we all learned growing up, Laws are meant to be broken.
*even for us!
There’s always something left up in the milky way..,
agree Chris
One of those things you don’t see in the microscope, isn’t it.
Your well-turned phrases get me every time.
thanks, M
very descriptive – thank you.
Just what I needed to read on a cloudy winter day here in the northern lats. Your question is an interesting one. I wonder…
lol ikr? and we’re not all that far north (Southern New England)