Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Another week already?*

Denise is opening the little door, in the far corner of a high-ceiled room, (in a house that seems to have more ‘down’ than ‘up’, little do we realize…), to reveal this week’s prompt word for our Six Sentence Story.

(To drag the pastiche, leaving a somewhat greasy trail, to the end of this intro), in the corner of this room, on a table with legs like an old, abused marionette is a slip of paper that says, ‘One story contained within six and only six sentences; follow these directions precisely and you will be rewarded by the reading and appreciation of your fellow Sixers.’

The prompt word:

FLEXIBLE

“Miss Mori, your table is ready,” the maître d’ lead us to the terrace where, beyond the single, white-clothed table, the lights of Suzhou reflected in the river like tears clinging to a lover’s face.

I held back to watch her walk, her body was not merely flexible parts moving together, rather she was a symphony of both invitation and demand, sheathed in an iridescent gown; my face flushed realizing how alone I stood, staring. None of the other diners, all individual manifestations of the essence of attractiveness, looked up from their tables, as if bowing in respect to the sophisticated beauty of my Bombyx.

I managed to get to her chair before her and stood, tool-scarred hands clutching the delicately carved wood and waited for her nod; surely the most superfluous of attendants, as her body moved as she willed, never awkward or off-balance.

“So this is our last night together, my love”, from across the small table she slowly looked up into my eyes; the final sunrise of a still vibrant life.

Before her, the bowl of mulberry leaves overflowed in a green avalanche, “You know that this is not the end, it is simply a stage; I will return to you on the quietest of wings and caress your body with the most precious of fabrics,” she smiled and began to nibble the broad, green leaves.

* am I the only one who, by chance pause for reflection, laughs at the absurdity of that statement? I didn’t think so….