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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
It is hosted by Denise and, other than insisting on six sentences-per-story, she maintains a light-to-a-fault hand on the proceedings.
The funny-looking title? The ‘subtitle’ is a reference to this week’s inter-related stories from Nick (2) and Denise (3).
“…previously on the Doctrine’s Café Six‘, the Sophomore was dragging his feet on his way to the Manager’s office.
Prompt word:
FARM
The tall, thin man smoothed out the crumpled paper with the passionate serenity of a widower smoothing the shroud of his departed, prior to taking his place at the head of a receiving line of one.
The muffled knock on the door was followed by a trapezoid of darkness contorting it’s characteristic sharp-angled shape, as if to minimize the fact it provided passage into the office.
The Sophomore crossed the distance between door and desk almost too quickly, the casual swing of his second-hand overcoat, an unmistakeable imprimatur of youth, was a non-verbal announcement informing all that he was not afraid, but would ask deference to his remarkable intelligence.
Sitting in the lone chair in front of the desk, the young man smiled without cause, remained silent out of caution and occupied his mind with an escalating variety of possible realities extending from the present moment; his friends in the past from which he was mysteriously transported, often chided him on not taking life seriously enough.
The tall, thin man’s fingers ran over the ridges and creases of the letter like a third-generation owner of a subsistence farm sifting dry soil through calloused hands, as if to seek enlightenment, if not salvation.
“Do you know what Hell really is?”
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