Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is a combination bloghop story. Some of our friends (Chris, Miz Avery, Nick and others) often participate in multiple ‘prompt fiction’ bloghops. Very cool.
(Insider information: when we started the Wakefield Doctrine blog and began to meet people, it became abundantly clear that… how to put this diplomatically, we needed to learn to write good. Everyone else did. So we did what anyone would do, imitated the people/writers we want to be like.)
The two bloghops for our experiment this week: Denise‘s Six Sentence Story and jenne & ceayr‘s Unicorn Challenge.
So here we gots a Six Sentence Story based on an image (below) in less than 250 words.
“Jeez, Stephen, why the hell did you tell Mrs.Miller we’d mow her lawn for only ten dollars?”
“…And trim around that well, plus we remove all the clippings,” Seth’s best friend smiled like a politician, “What are you complaining about now? You’re the one who said we should earn money for college next fall,” Stephen’s voice softened and twisted, the reason for being in the ninety-degree heat now something that not only wasn’t his fault, but something for which he was unappreciated; for his part, it would cost Seth most of his young adulthood, not to mention a girlfriend, to recognize this tone as a red flag.
At that moment two things happened: A) the boy pushing the lawnmower felt a rare emotion take root; not everyday anger, like when one is stung by a bee or misplaces one’s wallet, it was anger unalloyed by excessive concern for the other person’s feelings and 2) Mrs Miller stepped out on the back porch with a tray full of cookies and cans of carbonated beverages.
Stephen tossed the bushel basket his friend had just filled to the side and ran to hold the screen-door while simultaneously taking the tray from the elderly woman’s hands, “Please, you’re too kind, let me get that.”
Mrs. Miller beamed at Stephen and turned towards Seth, now re-raking the lawn, “You should be grateful you have such a good boss, don’t forget to thank him for the refreshments when your break-time arrives.”
About clarkscottroger
‘smiled like a politician’
These four words say everything, and make me wonder yet again when we allowed our lives to be run and ruined by the people we elect, whose wages and (exorbitant) expenses we pay, who therefore work for us and who clearly despise us and have zero interest in our well-being.
Thought-provoking tale of a psychopath-to-be.
thanks, little buddy we seem to be entering the Age of Autocracy (and the Rule of the Billionaire class)
He’s your best friend…until he isn’t.
lol
(Thanks for mentioning that. That element to the relationship between clarks and rogers is one of the true gifts of the Wakefield Doctrine (being the predominant worldview that you are, I don’t need to go into a long explanation… the Doctrine refers to it (what rogers do to clarks) as ‘Lashing Out’. The gift (from the Doctrine) is the realization that despite what our primitive Outsider minds might try to convince us of, it is not our fault or responsibility. It is what rogers do (when they don’t feel well, of feel under-appreciated). Being of the world of emotion, their ‘gift’ is to be capable of identifying the thing within the clark (at that moment) that will inflict maximum pain.
It loses most of it’s power once the clarks accept that it is them, not us.)
briefly of course lol
The lawn in the photo looks like it either needed watering or mowing. I like how Mrs Miller brought out those cookies and beverages and Stephen not only became the gentleman but the de facto boss at the same time.
Yeah, I tried a combined bloghop post… I see others that can do this quite well, heck, Chris for one, I’ve seen write a post using multiple prompts (from different bloghops!)
Ah… excellent 😊
I think a mental note should be taken by Seth never to agree to enter into another business arrangement with Stephen, as he is suffering from a hierarchy disorder.