Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

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Below is the Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘.

An image-prompt bloghop, hosted by jenne and ceayr it has but one rule: not a single phoneme more than two-hunnert-fity.

Whaddaya  gonna do?

I’m gettin’ up soon in the mornin’
I believe I’ll dust my broom.

The floor was a clean as any third-floor walk-up ever needs to be. The kitchen cabinets were empty and the shower curtain was down. The ache crescendoed for the millionth time. Small comfort that it’s jagged-edge had worn smooth, welcome relief to whatever nerves that ran from behind the eyes, down through the nose on its way to the body’s ‘normal breathing’ center.

<Hey! This is not really happening. This is a memory, a fiction, a bit of unprocessed emotion. Stop!>

The weather was inconsequential, the Season of year, a frivolous affection. The emptiness of the apartment was a kingdom that, like an adult fairy tale, refused to relinquish the hero from the Quest and, as with the worst of nightmares, denied the healing light of a new morning.

I’m gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know

As true friends, everyone who had my best interests at heart had long since left. There is no company in a man who refuses to accept a world that, denied one person, offers the only true healing.

<Sure, the ultimate solipsism. A lifetime writing the same life-script. No one would do that. Condemn themselves to such a life, right? Right?!>

I believe, I believe my time ain’t long
I ain’t gonna leave my baby
And break up my happy home

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