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:
FOLD
“Good, keep your distance, but under no circumstance allow her to be out of your sight until she has engaged the contact.”
The Mother Superior of Eibigen Abbey returned the handset to its cradle with the fragile grace of a glass cutter with a very bad cold. Taking a manila folder from the lower right-hand drawer of her desk, smoothing out the fold in one of two sheets of paper, she read the hand-written entry: ‘Subject has exceptional potential, a dynamic and somewhat unstable balance between a desire to atone for her perception of sins, (a common projection among victims of childhood sexual abuse), and a self-destructive drive, (unfortunately equally common) often observed in this subset of candidates for the Order.’
Thirty-three thousand, seventy-seven miles to the west, Sister Aclima felt the stares of the crowd as she crossed the threshold of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s primary entrance, the scarcity of young women wearing the habit of her Order triggered a flurry of phone videos; her training enabled the former Kayla Sheperd to view the curiosity of strangers as a transient state, thereby insulating her from the worst effects of her extreme fear of scrutiny.
Her phone, its normally innocuous ringtone inexplicably changed to a low, nearly subsonic sound, suddenly began resonating with something buried in her body, an atavistic warning of an approaching threat.
She felt a touch of a hand on her shoulder.
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Now we get down to some nitty gritty. Good scene. I get the feeling it may be risky sneaking up on Sister Aclima.
Choice of music, spot on.
this is (hopefully) true
Oooh, I wonder who.
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Gosh, how exciting… and in the Metropolitan Museum of Art. I’m pretty close to that place, aren’t I. Fab song, too.
yeah…found it (the song version) as so often happens here at the Doctrine, being used as background music on some show or movie
Anyone that went to Catholic school knows- nuns have eyes in the back of their heads- and can smell a sin before it has actually taken place. Great continuation!
We both thought the same…
lol
(ya gotta give it to them, in terms of bending a child’s forming worldviews… (only my experience… but I was told, when it came to sin, ‘the thought was as bad as the deed’ being a young clark, it didn’t take too long to conclude, ‘well, then lets get it on’)
I suspect that Sister Aclima is so deeply drilled-down into herself emotionally that her reaction to a touch on her shoulder will only turn her head with utmost reserve. It’s like mothers who claim they have eyes in the back of their heads; some do.
yeah, for all her faults, being easily triggered does not seem to be one for her…not that she enjoys surprises.
Denise echoes the same fear.
Nice tension at the end. Both the phone and her body seemed to anticipate that touch on her shoulder.
When such a thing happens to me, I have a tendency to wonder, now what!
:}
Was that a wise move, toucher? Guess we’ll have to wait and see.
yes, sir!
Maria, having developed some new we superpowers, also became a different kind of problem to solve. The lurker better watch their step!