Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to jenne and ceayr’s weekly photo-prompt bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge. Each we they provide a photo, an image a clue comprised of light and dark, hue and tint and invite all to write a story of two hundred and fifty words maximum.
The subject, style and genre is left to the author.
And therein lies of tale this week.
“Ya gotta believe me. A hundred and fifty eight human beings will die here. One battle. A war of old men paid in the lives of the young. And that, that 158,000? That’s just the deaths on one side during one battle of the war!”
I’ve been with the homicide squad only a week, Listening to the young man in the odd clothing rave made me think the other detectives were indulging in some 20th C hazing of the new hire. The prisoner was found standing next to an abandoned car, an antique DeLorean, as a matter of fact, in a downtown parking lot. He now sat opposite me in one of the station’s interrogation rooms.
“My machine, it totally works! I’m here, right? Almost where I wanted to go. Just a slight recalibration needed to date and geographical location. Being off by 1818 miles and 110 years proves my theory is correct. Luckily I still have enough fuel to complete my mission.” The volume in his voice decreased, though the same couldn’t be said for the desperation in his eyes.
“We have nothing to hold you on. Your conveyance has been towed to a safe location. You are free to go. We strongly advise you to seek professional help. We’ll drop you off at your,” I indulged a side of myself I’m not proud of and did air quotes with my index fingers, “time machine. Feel free to resume your journey,”
This time I resisted the sarcasm, something about the man’s name was nagging me as I read from his statement, “Mr. Princip.”