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
Hey, gonna try something different this week. Our story, (me and Tom‘s), is moving right along and we’re getting up there in terms of ‘chapters’. The hardest thing about writing a Serial Six is providing a new Reader (or a regular Reader who might want to refresh their memory) an opportunity to read the whole thing. So, here is a link to ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘.
Prompt word:
ACE
“Hey, Rue, did Lou provide a backup safe house or are we gonna have to rely on your little buddy, Moonchild, to find us a place to regroup and maybe deprogram our little cult grrl?”
I actually didn’t mind sitting on the floor in the back of a cheap cargo van riding through the streets of Soho in the rain; from the look I was getting, our little hostage/prisoner/hit-girl did. At the moment she was doing her best Lisbeth Salanda, glaring at me while repeating, “Futu-ți măt” which I’m betting is ‘fuck you’ in Romanian or one of those slavic languages that decided, early on, having a bunch of extra accent marks was way more badass than vowels.
I saw Rue turn towards me, ready to fling her laughter back at us when two things happened: the low-hum of tires on wet pavement was sucked out of the interior of the van and my prisoner started to do a passable imitation of one of those fake zero-G airplane dives; I felt fingers clutching at my jeans as we rolled together in midair, but not in a good, coed deciding the virtue of patience was overrated, way.
A light that seemed to also be a musical tone filled the van as it slid on it’s side along the road, even as I tried to embrace my prisoner in the best impromptu-airbag manner; anticipating an abrupt deceleration, a certain homicidal hostage might be my ace-in-the-hole, so I hooked my arms through hers and did my best to make sure her soft spots were between me and whatever, when we slammed to a stop.
Time sped up; the girl stopped screaming; Rue’s laugh made it to the back of the van and everything stopped.
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Very easy to imagine what the experience was like – reminded me of high school trips in the back of the van trying to protect the booze.
Thank you.
So it’s gonna be like that?! As in television of old when you find a favorite new show but you have to wait an entire week for the next episode, lol.
lol
Well, you did achieve Time Travel, TTM!
( based on the experience described by Denise)
And Kaleo… you’re on fire*, Clark
( sufficient number of candles on icing tend to have that effect!)
ty GK
been fun
It’s been years since I’ve ridden in the back with no seat belt. Lots of memories there.
ikr?
and it wasn’t even like, “Hey, sheet metal and bad shock absorbers why would I want to?”*
* we know the answer…. ’cause we weren’t yet old
Nice commentary on some of those languages: “having a bunch of extra accent marks was way more badass than vowels”
I wonder if Rue has ever driven a vehicle before, but maybe they reached the safehouse. Looking forward to what happens next.
thanks Frank… she has, but not in the UK… I wonder how distracting the whole ‘wrong side of the road thing is’ not having driven there myself
I just had a flashback in an old van going too fast and with too many people… and fizzy wine… (oh dear). Or was it a story?
I’m hearin’ that a lot.
Well, we (all) survived, lol
Brought me back to my salad days … what few there were.
Excellent. Best line …. “I felt fingers clutching at my jeans as we rolled together in midair, but not in a good, coed deciding the virtue of patience was overrated, way.”
thank you, ‘the things we did!’ (back, in the before time)
And lived to tell the tale!
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