Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise there is but one rule: the story (inspired by the week’s prompt word) must be six sentences in length.
Prompt word:
MOVE
“You start to cry and I swear, I’ll tell everyone, you’ll never hear the end of it,” the voice, originating from nowhere and everywhere in the nearly dark room was, in terms of emotional subtext, jars of finger paint to a five-year-old at the end of the first day of kindergarten; too much energy and nowhere near enough paper.
“Hey, I’m alright, it was just the shock of the change; not everyone has your… ” the pause was neither simple nor clean, leaving as it did, a glottal breadcrumb of sufficient size to allow a reasonable person to hear ‘guilt’ or ‘gullibility’, “capacity to accommodate a fundamental change in reality.”
The accusation, a knee-jerk attempt to change the focus of the conversation, amounted to nothing less than preemptive foreplay; the Hail Mary pass in the final seconds of a game with an unlit scoreboard; the best defense is always a counter-punch.
“I told you this was a big step; I said, sure everyone does it but it’s not for the faint of heart, and you did real fine.”
“I did, didn’t I?”
The world reshaped itself, as it must, but not without a subtle yet enduring alteration of one of the two young people; and, in doing so, reinforced the most human of truisms: to move along the path of personal growth and development, the first step is let oneself fall.
