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 the only rule is: six sentences in length.

Prompt Word:

PLATFORM

“Damn vehicular peristalsis…’

The sole occupant of the car felt a mental finger depress a well-worn, (so worn that if one could see it, they would observe a cream-colored rounded-corner protrusion, somewhere between the hippocampus and the prefrontal cortex), and in the slightly concave surface, a faded-black letter ‘O’,  the man’s ‘Out-loud thinking’ button.

“What did you say?”

The sole passenger’s face had the look of affectionately-patient resignation, the corners of her mouth a true telltale, the time-pressed creases of age rose upwards; her partner’s youthful eccentricities, like some wines, a handful of paintings and all of love, smoothed themselves over time into endearingly creative expressions.

As traffic resumed forward motion, she recalled the conclusion of his last bi-decade physical; his physician made a point of mentioning a certain behavior/syndrome common to a certain stage of life, “The Latin phrase is: ‘Quo profundiores cogitationes sunt, eo majore apud nos loquimur’.

“I think therefore I mutter,” The man, stepping off the ledge-platform that stuck out of the end of the exam table, continued,

“We,” looking at his wife, perched on the only seating that didn’t have stirrups or a covering of white paper, “have an agreement that, when in public she will look at me and nod, like we were in a conversation and I will refrain from swearing excessively.”