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:
PEN
“Tag, you’re it!”
Kayla felt the down-slap of her friend’s hand on her shoulder. As she ran after the others, the surprise of the contact converted directly into laughter, a transformation common to her demographic. To an adult observer, the girls running across a summer evening lawn managing to laugh while completely out-of-breath, offered an illustration of the young human’s potential for energy conversion that made a matter-antimatter reaction look like an Easy Bake-Oven.
Sister Aclima felt the touch on her left shoulder and transitioned the non-measurable distance between repressed memory and the present in less than the time it took to complete a thought. Two things followed: the fingers of her right hand found the ballpoint pen that was always in the voluminous pockets of her habit and a startled voice pleaded, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, I’m on your side, well, to honest, I’m being paid by the Order to be your contact, but still, I prefer to remain un-crippled!”
About clarkscottroger
The pen is mightier than the sword. It can be not only the cause of death, but the source of the words of the obituary.
well said, Frank!
I like what Frank said, and beside that — I can’t wait to read what happens next. I’ve grown quite fond of Sister Aclima.
yeah, me too (I got a soft spot for them characters that over-come adversity… in a healthy manner or not)
The pen as weapon seems to be a theme.
ikr! (Don’t tell anyone, I was actually going for a echo of the closing line than I was of the pen thing.. but who can be sure with fiction)
Loving this… especially since Sister Aclima has big pockets in her habit and of course she must have at least one ballpoint pen, who wouldn’t?
lol there is that
“…offered an illustration of the young human’s potential for energy conversion that made a matter-antimatter reaction look like an Easy Bake-Oven.”
That line made me laugh! Enjoyable scene.
Nice “mirroring” of elements from the last line of your first Six, in this one – “Whoa, whoa, whoa and the “un-crippled”.
a fricken’ lightbulb and you could eat the product! damn