Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
As the clever sub-title intimates* I am faux-consumed by my efforts to tolerate my ambition to develop my skills in the pen ‘n paper arena. Though we all like the illusion (or is that ‘allusion’? “is there a rhetorician in the house?!”) …and yes, I did just spend a few minutes researching the etymology of that phrase. But that’s not important now** What is important now is that I get a rough draft of this week’s Six Sentence Story. A bloghop curated by Friend of the Doctrine, zoe, readers are challenged and invited (or, invited and then challenged, like accepting an invitation to a formal dinner, only to realize as you’re being seated that a) you don’t know anyone else at the table and 2) you have no idea what piece of cutlery to use with which course (most of which are clearly of ignotorum culina) but you’re there and, overall, it is kinda cool, so you decide to tough it out.) Like that, only different. (Full Disclosure: I toyed with the idea that this ‘setup’ would be my Six, for this week’s prompt ‘Entrance’. But I’ve lost the thread and besides, I’m still debating leaving the footnotes and god knows what impact it has on your pre-reading experience might be, best I continue right to the story).
He held the door for her. She smiled, (her head tilted down, as if to watch her step, yet her eyes looking up without the slightest hint of her attention being anywhere but on him), and he would do anything for her, at least, for the remainder of the evening.
She stepped through the door. He glanced at her, (while simultaneously looking in all directions with an air of challenge and pride and a little bit of uncertainty), she knew that what she knew no longer mattered, what she was, tied her to his world for the remainder of the evening.
They made their entrance.
And Mother Nature smiled.
*too much? no, seriously, new Readers? the reason for the scrabble-plus vocabulary is quite simple, I’m a clark and clarks view language and words and such like, …well, like a lion views his mane or a streetwalker views her mini skirt… it is the characteristic that, while related to functional value, at some point, ontologically speaking, is a bit of an appendix, in modern-day living, ya know?
**great recurring line in ‘Airplane’