Clarence Charleston zoned out when the teacher told the class they would have to place their pencils on their desks as time was up.
Taking up the test papers, the teacher looked at Clarence’s blank paper, other than his name, and sighed.
Clancy Charleston looked at his son and shrugged his shoulders, “he takes after me, I s’pose,” he said to Mrs. Darling, Clarence’s teacher, who observed both Mr. Charleston and his son were shifting in their seats and blushing.
Mrs. Darling looked at father and son and spoke of their resemblance, how their features were so much alike and it’s only natural that they would have some of the same styles, so, “why don’t we look at some programs to put the two of you together so Clarence can learn more about writing, Mr. Charleston, and I would love to see the two of you come back in, let’s say, six weeks.”
Looking up at Mrs. Darling, Mr. Charleston nudged Clarence with his elbow, “hey, son, let’s think about this one, okay, ‘cause Mrs. Darling believes in you, so what do you have to say about it?”
“Sounds to me like we could get in the right zone for sure, pop, let’s do this and thanks Mrs. Darling.”
There you have it! This is my Six Sentence Story for the week. Want to join? Go to this LINK
Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂
PROMPT WORD: ZONE