Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

It is our practice, when a compelling topic is not readily available, to look to the archives and find something there. Because like we are, all of us, taught, if you want to know something you can’t seem to remember, look to your past.

ok, don’t normally do this*

New Readers: Thursdays (and sometimes, Fridays) are the days we post Six Sentence Story posts (Denise’s bloghop). The rest of the week is for Doctrine instruction, aka this is how it works/what it’s good for/when to know the other person is holding out on you, days. We even keep them separate on the home/landing page. The Six Sentence Stories on in the center column (two down) and the Doctrine posts are the Headline and Most Recent down the left-hand column.

So, lest we get totally (fill-in your most remembered/loved/loathed Teacher here) excessively polemical here in the set-up, lets paste this bad-boy. ‘This being with an old Six”

Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

December 4, 2019

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Six Sentence Story

Denise is the host.

The rules are: a story based on the prompt word. The length of the story to be no more than and no less than six sentences.

 

Prompt Word:

CIRCUIT

Darnell-James looked at his friend, Eustis McClintock, sitting in a chair next to a summer-orphaned wood stove and said, “Been five years, this store don’t look nothing like I remember, and I know you never set so calm when the gas pumps have a line of out-of-state cars in front.”

Jutting a chin that showed a half-week of white beard, Eustis said, “If you remember, the back wall of the store was six, seven feet further back, behind where all those little glass and stainless steel doors are now; a fella from the city showed up last year and said to me, “Let me bring you a little of the 21st century and I will give you back your quiet life.”

As the two men watched, a young couple came in through the door, looked around, in that skittish way first time tourists did when forced off the interstate, saw the refreshment section of the back wall and, finding what they believed they came in for, swiped their credit cards and took their coffee and plastic-wrapped pastry back out to their car.

Seeing the half-perplexed frown on his old friend’s face, Eustis said, “The man who installed these cases said something about a circuit; a credit card in the slot completes a connection, the little door opens, whether it was ready-made hamburger or a souvenir tee shirt, said it used an electric eye or a laser or some-damn-thing; the important thing being a circuit is closed by the credit card.

“So, what you’re sayin is,” a grin started to wrinkle Darnell-James’ face, “If the circuit is unbroken, they can buy.”

“Yes, lord, buy and buy,” both men laughed like boys setting out on a homemade raft in the middle of a hot summer day.

 

 

* O.M.fricken.G how did we get from ‘I know! I’ll write this, they won’t know what hit’em’ to hey that was fun, think the Readers will too