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.
Prompt word:
BED
“You wanna hear something weird?”
Diane did something with her face, as we walked toward the parking lot that triggered a momentary synesthesia in me; I heard her smile as laughter and felt the tilt of her head (enough to allow a side-long glance) as lightness in the soles of my feet; I considered saying something but was seriously concerned that I’d get confetti all over the newly mown grass.
“Sure?”
“I have an ABD in psychology, half a law degree and a BA in Theology yet there are moments, usually lying in bed late on a Sunday night, when I wonder in all seriousness what I want to be when I become an adult.”
“Ian, I know you are aware of the difference between you and most successful adults…”
“Not counting getting kidnapped by a putative time-traveler, taken to an IHhop, drugged and ending up rescued by a beautiful woman who runs a strip club?”
“Well some of that,” this time her laugh was constrained by something in her eyes, ‘The difference is that unlike most of us who settle in to the serious work of leading responsible lives, you have yet to send your inner child off to boarding school or worse, put him up for adoption; so, not weird; if anything, you remind me of the ransom most of us feel we must pay to get the life we are taught to expect.”
About clarkscottroger
Wonderful answer from Diane on what Ian’s problem is:
“you have yet to send your inner child off to boarding school or worse, put him up for adoption”
thanks, Frank!
Last paragraph: never a truer word’s been said (well, maybe it has been said but probably not by me—which is why I refuse to grow up). This is properly good writing.
Ty, Miz Kee
“;I considered saying something but was seriously concerned that I’d get confetti all over the newly mown grass.”
Great line.
I enjoy watching Ian and Diane explore their relationship all the while knowing they know, on an instinctive level, how well they compliment one another. At least one of them knows they’re in love with the other. Or should that be “each other”?
ty
P.S. Speaking of complimentary – music. Nice choice.
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The two of them… talking and not talking, just looking at each other’s eyes. Fascinating.
lol… I just get caught up… what a couple of interesting people!
Introspective Ian gets validation! Love this: “you have yet to send your inner child off to boarding school or worse, put him up for adoption”
Thankee, Miz A
Always cherish the inner child, what they tell you to do to be “successful” is a trap.
yes ma’am
I think I paid extra just to avoid getting the life I was promised- so there is that.