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, there is one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story
Prompt word:
HAUNT
“Hey, pal, c’mere need to talk to ya.”
The Sophomore was pulled from his walking-reverie as he halved the last city block before the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
As is often the case with waking dreams, he was in a dark place with an unlikely girl, negotiating the terms of the never-ending truce between Life’s dominant hemispheres.
“Just take a second of ya time, I promise.”
For some reason a conversational shard, from a talk with Mimi one quiet Tuesday night cued itself up in his mind, “Listen cher, don’t you give no never mind to them lowlifes that hangout at the vacant lot, they think they real, but ain’t nothin’ but a haint in a low-rent neighborhood.”
The hair on the back of his neck rose at the immediacy of the voice; adding to his fear was the horrible paradox common to nightmares and broken relationships, the security and safety of the nightclub seemed to elongate away even as he quickened his pace.
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Oh, man- dark city night, voice out of the shadows. I’d be freaking out, lol.
“The hair on the back of his neck rose at the immediacy of the voice;… ”
That, really gave me the creeps.
Ooh, that’s pretty scary… looking back for a moment, before continuing to type.
yeah… there’s sometimes that sense of movement speeding up even though nothing else seems out of the ordinary
A phrase like that is trouble: “Just take a second of ya time, I promise,” never means a second of anything. Very atmospheric.
or! the classic in the more formal, employment setting, ‘Hey, Got a minute?’ ruh roe
I feel sorry for them, but I know better than to trust or having dealings with them, aside from work at the homeless ministry. Don’t look back.
yeah
So in other words, she’s too good for the ordinary haints?
not sure
I like your association of “nightmares and broken relationships”. They do seem to have much in common.
one surely inspires the other sometimes
I like “terms of never-ending truce” instead of saying “continuing conflict”. Brilliant!
Thank you, R
That nightclub would offer a dressed up edition of the same dish.
Faster, faster, not far to go – or is there? My spine’s chilling.
thanks… I will continue that interlude (a little longer)