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Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Today we revisit Friends of the Doctrine. jenne and ceayr over at their bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge. The way it works is this: there is a photo provided, new for the week. All willing to try are invited to write a story, one of no more than two hundred-fity words that involve/relate-to/jeez-don’t-ask the aforementioned photo.

Pretty simple, isn’t it?

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You feel the bike increase in speed and choose to celebrate the fact that, despite what your children say, you’re not in all that bad a shape. Each downward extension of your legs is rewarded with freshening breeze on your cheeks.

<Hey. Has anyone seen gramps?>

Sure, this section of the riding path is newly paved and uncrowded.

The pedal no longer stabs the bunion on your left foot and, for a moment you feel a flutter above your ear, and remember how, in the sixth grade on the last day of class, you stood on the pedals facing backwards over the rear wheel, sped passed the front of school and the first and second grade kids came to the windows to cheer you on. You consider turning your head to look back along the way you came, but the breeze feels so good, even if it triggering ‘pins-and-needles’ in your scalp on the opposite of your head.

You can almost see them in the open windows when you hear voices.

<Call 911. Now! No, don’t move him.>

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

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, it offers a prompt word around which a story is requested. One rule: six sentences; (judicious use of feral semicolons allowed.)

Prompt word:

EXTRACT

“I have a package for a ‘Mister T.T. Man’ from ‘Fourth Wall Victualers and Restaurant Supply,’ who wants to sign for it?”

Dressed in an immediately-recognizable, ultimately forgettable, quasi-military uniform, the deliveryman held a plastic rectangle out to the darkness of the nearly-empty Café; though the GateKeeper and the BarMistress and Chris-of-the-Monitor were there, in the dark, (Chris, in a characteristically fun way, held a grey scarf between herself and her computer’s camera creating invisibility to anyone scanning the Bistro for someone to sign for the package); no one moved except Hunga, who didn’t so much move in the locomotoring-sense, as wag his tail to the rhythm of a dogsong, probably titled “Look! Its not a Threat and it’s not Food, Look, everyone Look!”

With passive admission to being the only one who might sign for the package, the tall, thin man, pushing through his storm a projectile-sighing, took the Mont Blanc from behind his ear and, realizing the signature being asked for was on the Etch-A-Sketch grey surface, returned it the opposite ear; he stared at his right index finger with the resigned acceptance of a kindergarten teacher at the beginning of the first finger-painting class for the twenty-three five-year-olds waiting impatiently to find their Muse in the little pots of primary colors and the brown placemats of construction paper.

“A moment chèr,” the voice came from the end of the bar nearest the Manager’s office and just behind where Hunga played tiddly-winks with the two small dog treats, courtsey of the stranger in the funny clothes and what appeared to be a vanilla wafer; “I believe our wayward chef is working on something of a surprise to celebrate his return from his walk-about.”

Tom, yo, we have the vanilla extract that you ordered, it’s here, the EXTRACT of vanilla,” restrained laughter from the other Proprietors put the bold in the font of the Manager’s choice of words to indicate the precise character of the food-flavoring.

The tall, thin man was just stepping towards the double swinging doors that offered access to the kitchen behind the bar, when there was a single sound and an asterix’d exclamation; the first described best as: ‘Dit—Dit—Dit‘ the second, something akin to ‘Bloody ‘ell‘.

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a (Kasia and Michael/Rue DeNite & Rocco) Six]

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, it offers a prompt word around which a story of a mere six sentence is requested.

[Editor’s Note: Of late we’ve been challenging ourselfs to write a Six Sentence Story in only six short sentences. Not critical of anyone, (or ourselfs, for that matter); we will surely continue to celebrate the unbridled liberty offered by the use of feral semi-colons. However, we’re liking this new fictional couple, Rue DeNite and Rocco and thought to spend some time with them after their sucessful mission to Miami on behalf of their employer, Lou Ceasare.]

Prompt word:

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“No, really.”

“Swear to God.”

“I grew up in the southern part of the state and was a Double-Hormone Threat: Class Valedictorian and a three-sport letterman in my Senior year, almost got to be Yearbook editor, but had to have a tooth extracted the day of elections.”

Rocco slowed the car from, ‘Stolen-on-a-whim‘ down to ‘Rental-with-a-significant-deductible‘ miles-per-hour and took the exit at a speed that reminded Rue why God invented convertible sports cars.

Pulling herself back into the open car, Kasia smiled from behind a light-brown curtain of wind-coiffed hair, “But ‘Hobbomock‘ High School, dude, even for New England, that’s gotta be a made-up name; that or conqueror’s guilt is finally getting to the minds of the Town Fathers.”

Michael’s laughter, boisterous enough to stimulate the drive-up box at the McDonalds at the traffic light into asking, “What can I get for you?” created a small, moving and self-contained happiness that Rue DeNite had forgotten she’d once taken for granted.

 

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine-

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, it offers a prompt word around which a story is requested. One rule: six sentenae*

Prompt word:

EXTRACT

They arrived early this morning.

Flecks of ground pepper on a verdigris tablecloth, the grackles swooped over the lawn, a ravenous Tourette’s-afflicted cloud. Feathered appetite, they moved like the probability cloud that higher math tells us describes the path of electrons around the nucleus. Dark-winged extracts of invisible clouds, their wings made terrycloth-paddle sounds as they argued at each other with a ferocity louder than it should have been, given the fact that no dead bodies were left in their wake.

They called to a part of me that doesn’t need language, scorns rhetoric and is silent to reason; I felt the Seasons move, more massive than continents, more personal than an erotic daydream.

Summer took wing early this morning, just outside my window, deaf to my calling out to stay.

* Latin for sentenceseses

 

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Tuesday -the Wakefield Doctrine- Part Next

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

As promised, the follow-up to yesterday’s post

As to the language describing the core Doctrine concepts, has it changed over time? If so: Compare and Contrast

Once again a Reader has offered, (consciously or not), the suggestion of a perspective that, while not directly bearing on today’s stated theme, is one that offers perhaps an even more interesting look-see at this here Doctrine, here.*

Mimi’s Comment to yesterday’s Post:

All things being equal, perhaps they are about equal.

Yes, in the everyday sense. All (three) have strengths, weaknesses and ‘omg-you-can’t-be-serious?!?!! or ‘that’s what you think/how you’d act/the way you feel!??!’

(lol) We all have our own experiences with the more outlying behaviors of ‘the other two’ personality types in our lives. And, even if we can’t see it in our ownselfs, if lucky we afford ourselves of the opportunity to witness another person who shares our predominant worldview doing something that is total ‘wtf’?**

That said, we’ll take Mimi’s ‘the three are equal’ and raise her the admittedly less obvious, but definitely worth the stretch, view that the three predominant worldviews are one fractured whole person.

The (unstated) goal of the application of the perspective made available by applying the principles of the Wakefield Doctrine (out-of-breath-emoji here) is take advantage of the strengths of ‘the other two’ predominant worldviews. And, before you say it, as a personality theory, we recognize that it is not practical to think one can simply decided to ‘be a roger‘ or ‘go at them like a scott1.

Well, not quite.

From the very beginning of this theory of clarks, scotts and rogers there is the belief that while we may not have grown up relating to the world around us a(n) Outsider (clark), Predator (scott) or Herd Member (roger) we did, and still do, have the potential. The innate ability. Whatever the cool wordification for the capacity to act in a given circumstance.

Ok… too clarklike in our writing. (There! See?!?! Just Demonstrated the rogerian ‘honest, self-crit’ of my public behavior here. And… Hey! This is kinda fun! Lets go steal a car!!)

 

 

* New Readers? There’s a reason we recommend reading as many old posts as possible. It is beyond our ability (and focus) to present a totally comprehensive list of characteristic behavior/responses of all three predominant worldviews. (Bonus note: we just said ‘behavior/responses. That choice of verbs over nouns would allow a determined enough person to, dare I say it, reconstruct the entire Wakefield Doctrine. Being focused on relationships (to the world around us and the people who make it up) we did not say: traits and tropisms. But that’s not important now.) What we were about to say regarding the choice of words in the introduction above is that our choice of words were indicative of a clark, finding themselves lacking the succinct and eloquent words to complete the sentence, choosing to indulge in what we probably (and, mind you, a certain pride), pidgin intelligence.

** and surely this experience is the most difficult. to get ourselves to the point of being able to observe, appreciate and identify with another person of our own predominant worldview. Which is, of course, the ‘point’ of this post.

  1. extra credit to whoever shouted, “What about secondary and tertiary aspects, huh? What about. them! ‘nother post yo. But, seeing how you brought it up, what say you Comment the thesis and we’ll see what we can do.

 

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