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:
DUST
“Ian, is it asking too much that you help around the house; little things like empty the dishwasher, maybe dust the furniture every once in a while,” that I was hearing Haley’s voice I had little doubt, right down to her congenital weakness for italics, the domestic jujitsu favored by middle and upper middle class women of the time.
Trouble is, there’s something wrong that I can’t put my finger on… wait, there it is, Haley was my former wife, the woman who kept half my life when we divorced at least seven years ago.
“Ian dear, will you be joining us for dinner?”
Anya Clarieaux’s voice was as real, present, and irrefutable as throwing a drowning man a medium-sized shark; the rationale being: the fish, with it’s natural buoyancy, could serve as a makeshift life-preserver; not as good as a standard life-vest but he is, after all, drowning.
The lights of Chicago, a field of miniature stars both blinking and stable, extended from the perimeter of the large table where I sat brought me back to the here and now; the ‘here’ being The Signature Room at the 95th Restaurant atop the John Hancock Center and the ‘now’ among two couples and Anya Clarieaux.
The view was 270 degrees which served to ensnare me back from wherever I had been and the voice of Anya made certain I remained here safe…for the moment.
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I like how Anya projected her voice to sound like Ian’s ex-wife. That could be like throwing a drowning man a shark.
and that (the shark thing) was my favorite…analaphor similgy whatever you call it of the week
It sounds like someone is playing with a time device again.
damn! hadn’t thought of that,,, just looking for a way to place Ian (and the other Adventurers) in Chicago
Carried away in one’s thoughts can be dangerous- especially when they are outfitted with recognizable voices in your head…..
yeah one additional voice is all that’s necessary for a health (and endless) internal dialogue
Wow! What a wonderful restaurant! Can I have the menu?
ikr
For the moment… well played.
thanks… the joy of ‘live’ seat of the pants writing (nah, I totally enjoy it
What a bleedin’ brilliant bit of buoyancy: “a shark … it’s natural buoyancy, could serve as a makeshift life-preserver.” Loved this to bits.
thanks was fun to (stumble) across as I wrote
Sounds great up there, for the moment anyway.
He saw the shark and shouted “help, shark, help!” – not much chance of a shark helping him!
lol ikr?
wait what happened i didn’t finish…. im not even sure the previous will show up … can’t erase what i can’t see… so sorry about that bad dream… love can be that way… sharks dishes bad love ex-wife a table with loving friends… it’s all good… great 6SS
I liked the “…domestic jujitsu” and the shark life preserver.
This six brought the inner Ian to life.
Thank you
“… throwing a drowning man a medium-sized shark; the rationale being: the fish, with it’s natural buoyancy, could serve as a makeshift life-preserver; not as good as a standard life-vest but he is, after all, drowning.”
That line so made me laugh.
It appears Dr. Egmont and his exploitation of his Time Mechanism is skipping no one in our group of travelers.
Nicely done.
yeah thanks for the heads up… wasn’t quite thinking that way but then again, who’s to say that we’re not all subject to involuntary time travel I know I am…