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:
MARK
“Ian, Ian, Ian, I swear you’d forget your head if it wasn’t sewn on to your shoulders.”
It wasn’t how I could hear my mother’s voice so clearly over the span of a lifetime, it was how adamant I was, at the age of ten, that I’d checked all the possibilities and accounted for everything that mattered.
I laughed out-loud, which didn’t endear me to the people ahead of me at the TSA checkpoint; one of the 21st Century’s iterations of the ‘Mark of Cain’ included laughing inappropriately in an airline terminal.
Ever since waking up next to Leanne, ok, soon after waking up… I had a feeling I was forgetting something terribly important.
On the second try to reach Hazel, I got a message, “Your call cannot be completed as dialed, there is no service in that location, idiot.”
Moving the phone towards my pocket, I heard, “Final Voice Mail” then Hazel’s voice, “Ian, if you see anyone with an odd mark on their hand, it’s a charagma; I’m trying to run down the old myth, might have someone here who can help, will call when you get to Chicago.”
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Excellent scene (Howlin’ Wolf, perfect).
Delightful how you tied the two stories together.
I especially liked the childhood memory and the corresponding picture.
Thank you.