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, governed by a sole rule: exactly six sentences in length must stories be.
Prompt word:
MARKET
The expression on my face, as I surveyed the Hobbomock High School campus, was probably a bit more ‘fuck you-y’ than I realized, but in my defense, given how all William-Wallace the inside of my head was, not such a surprise.
“My god, Ian, talk about hormone-skewed, mark-to-market self-assessment of the adolescent male;” her smile ‘EQ’d her words into something that encouraged me to reply,
“If only someone had simply pointed that out to me then, the needless self-doubt I could’ve avoided.”
My elbows, denting the mid-June grass of the sloping lawn, held me in place, physically if not emotionally; the campus was vacant, Diane was patient and I waited hoping to hear the echos of a past that might now be edited into something more than self-isolation in an anechoic stage of social development.
Diane sat cross-legged next to me and, for rather for the umpteenth time, I marveled at the natural grace of her gender; she was wearing a skirt of a simple design, shoes with heels that were somewhere between ‘Race-you-to-the-car’ and Race-you-to-the-bedroom’, a Navy blue blazer over a blouse that strongly suggested attention best be focused somewhere northward, how she managed to get into her current position without looking awkward or brazen, totally beyond me.
I was equally sure that no matter how much I remained attentive, when the time came to leave, she would be wherever she wanted to be, and I would be ….well, where she wanted me to be.
“So this,” Diane scanned the empty high school campus, a smile neutral, a slightly-raised eyebrow as asterix, “would be the drawing board of, in Freud’s five stages of psychosexual development, the genital phase; I’d love to believe he was trying to be ironic, but you know, different times, different mindsets,”
I like the power Diane holds over the narrator. 😃
yeah me too
Oh, super story which continues… and gets even better.
thank you, Chris
hoping they get to sneak inside– nothing beats the trophy case in the front entrance!
I’m seeing the entrance foyer in my mind, and it’s not a happy thing.
Sitting on the ground, cross legged in a dress is an art. I am rather thrilled to know that your main had no idea how she achieved that placement.
Ian is but a man of simple complications (yeah, kinda makes him a clark, ya know)
Excellent opening sentence.
You slowly “showing” us the development of these two characters relationship over the years has this reader now speculating on what actors would portray Ian and Diane in the streaming series.
Engaging and fun scene (the music made it “funner”, lol).
thanks