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:

PUZZLE

“You know I’m your friend, don’t you Kayla? Really when you think about it, we share a special bond that most adults don’t understand, not like us.”

Kayla Shepherd felt a flush of pride that Mr. Mortelle, (“Steve, it’s Steve when we’re out on an adventure just the two of us, otherwise I’m your old neighbor Mister M”), thought of her as a grown-up; “Now clean yourself up, get in the car and I’ll take you home.”

Sister Aclima, walking along a Hell’s Kitchen sidewalk momentarily devoid of pedestrians stumbled, but caught herself with practiced skill, avoiding a nasty (and public) fall.

“At least you’ve always had impressive survival skills,” the other half of the internal dialogue that played in the mind of the former Kayla Shepherd since childhood was always quick to remind her(self) that attitude was everything, this sudden, full-sensory flashback to the days leading up to her seventh birthday, however was impossible to ignore; it was far more a reliving than a remembering.

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One Hundred and Forty-one years prior to our Sister Aclima stumbling on a New York City sidewalk, the once-esteemed Dr. Egmont, ever the dedicated academician, noted in his journal following his second remote-temporal manipulation, “I must be mindful of my subject’s well-being, they are of no use to my studies if they are emotionally incapacitated by psychic trauma, that said, all advancement in the sciences does requires sacrifice.