Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge.
Hosted by jenne and ceayr the rules are nearly as simple (at the same time a bit more liberating) as those of the Six Sentence b’hop:
- take the week’s photo as your prompt
- write a story
- do not exceed two hundred and fity words
Pretty simple, isn’t it?
Prompt photo:
The post Fading-form Fridae -the Wakefield Doctrine- first appeared on the Wakefield Doctrine.The blue sky refuses to succor, it’s hue neither morning-hope nor nighttime’s-end,
I don’t have much time.
Distractions that were once a brand, (both in the 21st C marketing’s fashion and in the literal sense of belonging to), fall away like unruly children at a birthday party after the clown has left the room,
I don’t have much time.
Regrets and recriminations, disappointments and disillusion turn and look forward, deprived of their duty to inform me of the road ahead, deprived of appreciation, are but another unimportant detail to the view ahead,
I don’t have much time.
A lifetime of teachings, both false and harmful, true and harmless, do as little to help my decision-process as a deaf-mute studio audience in a cancelled sitcom, ratings and applause impotent,
I don’t have much time.
The scene remains unchanged, past becomes present, the future irrelevant; a torn fragment of something not as glorious, (and, surely welcomed), as Understanding and neither is it the slowly rising terror at nightmare’s endlessly dark opening door, (surely a relief),
I don’t have much time.
Nothing changes, everything is different; Life is endless and death a step on an endless staircase.
I don’t need anymore time.
