Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit, (high and low) of six; there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.
Previously… the Sophomore and Rosetta
Prompt word:
BED
“What?”
The Sophomore sat on the end of the bed and, looking up from the faint scars on her legs, watched Rosetta’s face as he smiled with what he hoped was a total absence of judgement, “Dueling scars, but not from Heidelberg?”
The atmosphere in the bedroom changed, her only response to his staring was an unambiguous and thoroughly non-verbal, ‘en garde‘ of her raised eyebrow, “Are you fuckin’ serious right now?”
(If they were, in fact, fencing, a student of the sport might nod and think, ‘She counters with Parry #8, be careful young dude;’) even as Rosetta continued, “University of Adolescence; Major in Me, Minor in ‘How fucked up is my life…”
“You graduate?”
“Nah…took a GED; mind if I finish getting dressed now?”
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Read the previous too; there’s some funny lines in there! Love the interaction here,
“You graduate?”
“Nah…took a GED…
Good stuff, Clark.
Thank you, Miz A
good to read you again
Amazing how much is conveyed, implied in those last 2 sentences.
Excellent write.
Her getting a GED saved any high school a lot of trouble. Nice description of Rosetta.
Yeah, it’s good to see other sides of our problem child
I have to admit to liking her more and more. “Perfekt seks”.
Yeah, the more we (Readers) know!
Oh yes, still enjoying this v. much.
cool
they’ve been in that bedroom for a long time ;)
ah! for days past!
lol
I would beware of anyone that graduated the school of life by taking the GED- that just screams “I don’t play well with others!”
lol (there is that)