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, in our tale…

Prompt word:

PINCH

I did a paper once in grad school titled: ‘Overt Emotional Tenor Coincident with Challenging the Individual’s Belief System’. Hey, I was majoring in psychology for two reasons: I’d just met Haley, my future ex-wife and drowning in unconditional sex and love; being younger than I should have been, I woefully lacked the capacity to distinguish between the two.

The people at our table were: young and in love(ish); young and enjoying a sense of companionable stability; young and in a crisis of faith; of indeterminant age and demanding respect; our host, Anya,

“You have something you wish to add, Ian?”

In a pinch, when needing to frame a social context to my advantage, I’ll go with Warner Brother’s cartoons every time: Anya Clarieaux as a terribly attractive combination of love, sex and life-threatening peril, sorta Wiley Coyote and the Tasmanian Devil in drag.

“Well, Anya, while my take-away from both recordings was, were I sitting with friends and making up stories, it would be irresistible to not conclude that the Count St. Loreto in the first story is the same as the guy in Miami that Rosetta’s uncle wanted nothing to do with; and Lou being a underworld crime figure, gotta make you wonder about the nature of St. Loreto’s business.

I know we’ve all agreed to not talk about how unbelievable it is we’re here under the premise that a component of a time travel device… no, pardon me, a time travel mechanism, will be arriving tomorrow, but can I just hold up a hand-lettered sign: ‘Help‘.”

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