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:
PITCH
“Time to pro quo my quid, buddy… I showed you mine, time for you to show me yours…” a child, burdened with frantic creativity standing at the low table during their introduction to finger-painting, would sense a kinship, if not outright recognition of Rosetta’s smile over the half-moon of her coffee cup.
“It all started with a girl…”
They say in love, war and joke-telling, timing is everything; without warning or preamble, the young woman offered the most sincere, if not uncomfortable compliment as a sip of coffee was re-routed through her trachea up through her nasal passage; only after her blouse was thoroughly caffeinated and regular breathing restored did she manage, “Son of a bitch!”
“You laugh,” the Sophomore smiled shyly as Rosetta flailed at the paper towel rack, managing to tear a catcher’s mitt full of Bounty Extra Absorbent then looked down at her blouse currently paper’d to her chest; the fact this served to hide her growing smile was not lost on the young man.
“In the world of amateur joke-telling, the genuine spit-take, especially when augmented by copious nasal spray, is totally the equivalent that the pitching of a no-hitter is in baseball, except the number of changed jerseys, of course,” leaning back in his chair, the Sophomore relaxed in the glow of her implied compliment.
“You know, given the backstory you maintain about somehow time-traveling out of the early ’70s has got me thinking,” Rosetta’s voice lowed into a confidential tone, sultry but from, say a librarian, and the young man, manifesting the telltale of male afterglow, leaned forward, his own cup at his lips in quiet triumph, as she continued, “I’ve a talent for math and given the population of this city I gotta say, there’s a mathematical chance that you might’ve slept with my grandmother… ” Rosetta smiled at the sound exploding from behind the Sophomore’s coffee cup.
About clarkscottroger
I enjoy spending time with the Sophomore, thank you.
Nothing sexier than witty ( foreplay, afterplay) exchanges…
… well, I can think of a couple more but I will spare you since it’s early morning.
RoSo are progressing quite well… let’s see if they do also woth their tasks at the SSC&B.
Sweet Six, Clark *😉
thanks, man
…lol
Ooh, more than classy… that Rosetta
PS – more coffee for me, please.
yeah, she’s starting to grow on me
What’s good for the gander- is even better for the goose!
lol I did take liberty with the odds of two inhale on a joke situation but turn-about is fairplay
Rosetta nicely pointed out the risk of being a time-traveler from the 70s.
lol
yessir
Fabulous. That pretty well sums it up.
ikr?
Ditto on Nick’s first line of his comment.
Excellent portrayal of what surely everyone has experience at least once, lol
Last sentence? Still smiling.
Witty, well-written “boudoir” scene. These two are my new favorite couple.
thankee
Spit takes are always better when they’re mutual. Great technicolor description here. The librarian gives you a free pass to ALL the stacks!
ikr?
(the real gold ribbon is hot coffee, nothin’ but nose)