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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.
Previously, in our serial story…
Prompt word:
HAUNT
Through my re-closed eyes, I felt the car slow to a stop; smooth hum of rubber-on-asphalt modulated to a tenor-crunch of gravel as Diane parked in front of the Administration building; for some obvious reason, I had a flashback of Zelazny’s novel, ‘Roadmarks”
“Last Stop for the Recollection-Regrets-Reconciliation Express, please have your ticket punched, baggage weighed and Multiple Personality Identity Badge, sorry, bad-ges, conspicuously displayed,” Diane Tierney managed to look older, wiser and mischievously-sexy holding the passenger-side front door open. I stepped out with the desperate enthusiasm of a family dog, resigned to an annual vet visit, pulling on the leash towards the door.
“Only if you come with me…”
“Only if we go sit under the bleachers and smoke some dope, I can see you now, a young Private Investigator to be, all non-descript, clumsy arms and legs watching the cheerleaders …cheering.”
The flashes of memories I had as I lead Diane towards the athletic field were not what I would have predicted had someone said, “Hey Ian, meet’cha at the old high school, we’ll hangout and recall the good times;” the thing about memories, and/or the haunts they frequent, they end up being half-clever memes on facebook, accurate enough to get the Reader’s attention but not powerful enough to hold it.
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Gotta be a girl and say… aww. Sweet vignette of heroine Diane as she walks with Ian, returned from his “bad trip”. In my mind’s movie set, their evening is anything but a FB meme.
Ah, yes. bleachers. Metal; held together with iffy screw (where’s the ‘s’ key..) screws.
funny the touchstones (of very diverse histories)
Aha, going back to high school and watching (hoping not to be picked) the athletic field.
lol I want to go back and say, ‘Clark! dude. Consider yourself lucky!!’
The memories are often cringe-inducing, aren’t they.
don’t tell anyone, but I find that there is something in revisiting these times imparts a certain…. emotional content, not necessarily big and noticeable, but it makes a story more something-able
Ah, memories. When they fail to do us justice, I say just recreate the sons a bitches! Most interesting write to be sure, Clark!
thanks lol (if’n I knew then that I would be writing about those days, maybe I coulda been more exciting… nah, probably wouldn’t have survived) lol
Good description of many of the memes on social media: “accurate enough to get the Reader’s attention but not powerful enough to hold it.”
thanks, Frank
The incentive is the carrot. I dislike to think what the stick is.
ikr?
i hated high school– maybe not quite as much as the dog hates the vet. but seriously close. (thanks for reminding me, hah!) xx, ren
hey, a) we’re all safe now, 2)we, or speaking for myself, benefit by identifying with others on this topic and hearing others share their own experiences
Some memories are best forgoten, particularly those relating to school days.
tru dat
(not that I didn’t make an effort to self-deprogram myself) ;p
Memories from my teens. Some pretty cringey, some break my heart all over again, best to do the extra work to focus on the happy…moments.
lol
The Wakefield Doctrine is such a helpful perspective
(loved the ellipsiseseses)