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