Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s weakly contribution to the Unicorn Challenge bloghop.
Hosted by jenne and ceayr, subject to the Rule of Two Hunnert fity (word limit)
The man stopped.
The russet field of stack-bond bricks created a broad sidewalk while still allowing for the decades-aged trees to make one last annular lunge for the sun. In a blurring of perception, he felt rather more than saw, both altar and creche, silent in the early morning hours.
There was, for that moment, no sound other than that of nature. Birds chirped with their insanely optimistic morning songs. There was, for the man, something alien in the carefree optimism of their repetition, clearly intended as a signal yet devoid of even a hint of a riposte of relief at being acknowledged. Of man, other than the inert metal ambitions resting on wheels that resisted the natural pull of the earth, nothing.
He took off his overcoat and laid it on the ground to his right. Then, after opening his Louis Vuitton business card holder, (quite expensive, very impressive), took one and, returning the leather holder to his suit coat pocket, removed the remainder of his clothing.
Placing the card on the neatly folded stack, he read, lips moving in unthought liturgy: his name, gold foil-embossed, and title: Narrator (and beneath, in italics), (Reliability Guarenteed)
He turned and approached the tree, allowing his thoughts to dissolve into emotion and from there, animal impulse.
His last coherent thought was,
‘My god, Woody Allen was right!’
(*Language Advisory*)
About clarkscottroger
Enjoyed your writing as always, but left wondering if I should know what Mr Allen was right about.
Interesting that you mention birds, because the plane trees (as seen in the photo) in the Avenue Général de Gaulle are frequented by entertainingly boisterous parakeets.
you must be psy…chic!
I was just having doubts about the source of my inspiration for the story… might not be Mr. Allen*
* “Men spend nine months trying to get out of the womb and the rest of their life trying to get back it.” unknown
That’s quite an ending.
lol errr yeah (not quite what I was going for (attributing the quote to Woody Allen appears to be incorrect)
I was curious & looked up his quote on a tree –
As the poet said, ‘Only God can make a tree,’ probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Woody Allen.
sorry to have you check in with jenne and ceayr‘s very excellent bloghop on a week when our Muse had a great deal in common with an introvert’s first date in high school with the girl who didn’t make fun of him but belonged to a social eschelon so far from his that he couldn’t read the warning signs*
will be getting over to read all this afternoon…
*not! based on a real experience**
** lol
Well, I fully agree with the quote as you reiterated it for CE . Unfortunately, your protagonist probably ended this story by being arrested- or rightly should have hehehe
I would certainly hope so! lol