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
Prompt word:
YIELD
The bottle chattered with insectile glee against the rim of the water glass, delicate fangs gnawing on dried bone… promising release.
Aclima got up and, moving from bed’s edge to locked door, twisted the doorknob, careful to do it slowly enough not to cause the mechanism to rattle. Yielding to ever metastasizing fear, she stood and listened to the middle-of-the-day-empty dormitory corridor, fighting the growing relief that she was, once again, safe with her jailor.
Returning to the edge of the single-body bed, Sister Aclima sat, the softness of the mattress an old lover, turning up un-bidden, bouquet of painful memories and a smile of release.
Bringing the glass to her lips, she paused to savor the skin prickling anticipation of fear banished and razor-edged thoughts coerced into moderation.
The bland, medicinal vapors of drugstore vodka rising from the toothpaste-rimmed glass whispered to the part of Sister Aclima who knew there was escape but believed she needed permission to flee the burning building; soon the familiar music of a simpler time in her life lulled her, not so much to sleep, as to the fantasyland of the life she knew was still possible.
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Extraordinary writing that allows the reader to hear her footsteps. Nice.
thank you, M
… that should have read “to hear her footsteps” — I was using my audio app to dictate and heaven help the person or persons who have to read what blubbers out of my mouth.
got it
done.
tho, gotta ask, was the resident AI (in the app) like totally high?? serially, we’d totally understand: ‘to here her footsteps’ and I, for one, being a clark and all, could understand and/or accept “sensing an un-natural lack of sound, she resolved to schedule an appointment with her ENT.’
but ‘occur’?!?! bad AI bad!!!
;p
I hope someone gives Sister Aclima permission to leave the burning building. Of course, she could always just leave without permission, but being rescued has advantages.
some simply have the self-imposed limitation that ascribes power as being only without
If it’s still possible, why is it considered fantasyland? I hope she can make it a reality.
would be good
Such a good scene – very nice done.
thank you, Chris
This is very graphic, I like it!
thanks, Keith
How nice – a six sentence scary story.
I could feel the anticipation, the best part of drinking is the short period of time before the first one.
Thank you