Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise.
Constrained by a required number of sentences: Six.
Previously, on the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf…
Dr. Leanne Thunberg, chair of Radcliffe’s Department of Advanced Anthropology and Cultural Semiotics, grew up with a three-part dream: become a world-respected expert, find the love-of-a-lifetime and raise the perfect family. The unremembered dreams waking her in the sunless-hours of the morning suggested that one out of three wasn’t acceptable. Unlike many who, confronting an intractable problem in life or a will-sapping tragedy, will dive into work, hoping to find solace in exhaustion, Leanne found peace in the classrooms and the ivy-cliffs of the campus.
Prompt word:
CENTER
“Doc T, yo!”
The language of the young, seeking, as any group might, it’s own linguistic identity, was always a struggle between anagram and acronym; like popular music of one generation to the next, it’s timbre meant for a sensibility that was the first causality of maturity.
Leanne stopped and turned, taking in the center of the quadrangle, streams of students between classes dwindling, in fits and starts, like an aging athlete trying to recover from a demonstration of technique to a class of freshman sprinters.
Her smile in return had the tone, if not the experience, of a mother watching her son burst into the kitchen with a gold-starred, thumb-smudged piece of homework; the pleasure in watching the unaffected enthusiasm as the young man closed the distance between them, loping gait, streamers of flannel and brown hair, brought a sense of hope disguised as amusement.
“Slow down, Caden,” Shared laughter served to mark kindred souls by their enjoyment of words and language, a passport that recognized no border gates, be they credentials on paper or wrinkles, tugging at skin.
Watching her favorite student approach, Leanne resolved to double her resolve to exercise caution in her search for the reasons behind a senseless death; this world, the one in which she was most valued, insisted she accept the fact that, if the future held the answers to the questions she valued, the young were the natural, native guides.