Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
I really should be (writing) over at SoCS with Kerry and them, this June morning, the clouded sky outside my window hinting a day as boring as the inside of an empty cereal box. But, today is Thursday and our friend zoe invites all to join her in her goal to write a story employing six, and only six sentences. It’s a challenge and it’s a puzzle, an exercise for the skills and wit that surely form the basis of our presence in this, the blogosphere, for is not this part of the virtual world, the very essence of 6th Grade composition class, all rules and discipline, barely restraining the youthful enthusiasm of the class? (And me, in the back of that classroom, wrought-iron legged desks dividing the rows, not staring sullenly at my desk because, well, because the dream of being a transfer student, (whose 5 year record of smart-assed under-achieving had been expunged by the parental change of address), is realized here, a lifetime later. Today our Teacher/friend-with-the-cool-and-still-un-broken-toys/one with an enthusiasm sufficient to make up for self-consciousness, zoe says that ‘stall’ is the prompt word for this week’s Six Sentence Story.
….Hey! it looks like I’m done!!