Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, there is one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story.
Previously, in our serial story…
Prompt word:
HAUNT
Through my re-closed eyes, I felt the car slow to a stop; smooth hum of rubber-on-asphalt modulated to a tenor-crunch of gravel as Diane parked in front of the Administration building; for some obvious reason, I had a flashback of Zelazny’s novel, ‘Roadmarks”
“Last Stop for the Recollection-Regrets-Reconciliation Express, please have your ticket punched, baggage weighed and Multiple Personality Identity Badge, sorry, bad-ges, conspicuously displayed,” Diane Tierney managed to look older, wiser and mischievously-sexy holding the passenger-side front door open. I stepped out with the desperate enthusiasm of a family dog, resigned to an annual vet visit, pulling on the leash towards the door.
“Only if you come with me…”
“Only if we go sit under the bleachers and smoke some dope, I can see you now, a young Private Investigator to be, all non-descript, clumsy arms and legs watching the cheerleaders …cheering.”
The flashes of memories I had as I lead Diane towards the athletic field were not what I would have predicted had someone said, “Hey Ian, meet’cha at the old high school, we’ll hangout and recall the good times;” the thing about memories, and/or the haunts they frequent, they end up being half-clever memes on facebook, accurate enough to get the Reader’s attention but not powerful enough to hold it.