Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge, jenne and ceayr‘s weekly photo prompt bloghop. Simple enough: new photo each week and a two hundred and fifty word limit on our story-ettes.
(Hey! We haven’t visited with our favorite (“Are they who I think they are? Nah, now way. Even that Doctrine guy wouldn’t reach that far!“) couple, ‘the Stone and the Crone’. (Previous Installments: Here …oh, yeah, and: Here)
This week:
“You know, I been thinkin…”
The man paused, the conversational backleading found in couples of only the longest tenures; bent-knee of one leg an additional support to the woman slightly behind him.
“Now, what have I always said…” the woman, an age and adversity-drawn caricature of Nature’s male-female size discrepancy, drew a breath that seemed to cling to her body like passengers on a slowly sinking ship.
“Only one of us can be the brains and the other…” her words trailed as she leaned towards the man. The absence of the expected sharp retort sparked a sad alarm in her companion’s eyes.
“Let’s sit here a minute, I’m tired,” the easy lies couples exchange, like monetary instruments or favored talismans, have never been immune to the wear-and-tear of time.
Crouching, his right knee an inverted ‘V’, the man did his best to position his trailing leg at a right angle, perpendicular to the other, creating, at least to a child’s eye, every bit a throne of ivied-timbers; the woman leaned back, her eyes trapped by the incline below the two fleeing anachronisms.
“Has it occurred to you that walking up stairs is god reminding us of the difference between man and angels? That, should we only recover the part we left behind in the Garden, hills and steep staircases would be celebrations of our wings and not a curse of our aging bodies.”
The man paused, a patient waiting. Time now a comforting breeze, no longer an endless headwind.