Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
“Are you ready to order?”
Dorothy looked at the menu for what she was certain was the sixth time, and, for the 5th time, found herself wondering who in the world of restaurant design it was that thought menus ought to have tassels, 2 paged tomes with bookmarks to bring a quiet smile of satisfaction to the hungriest of Medieval scholars.
Pretending to study the menu, as if it was necessary to refresh her memory of her 4 choices in the lower right corner of the right side page, subtly labeled, ‘Breakfast Menu’ (set apart from the rest of the day’s food offerings by a horizontal row of tilted coffee cups, each with a double ‘s’ line above it, meant, she assumed, to assure all diners that the coffee would be served steaming hot), she looked over the top of the stiff cardboard, across the faux marble tabletop at Tom Hardesty.
She felt the blood rush within her body as he smiled at her through a grey-velvet curtain of cigarette smoke, his expression one of both satisfaction and anticipation, everything, she thought, quite inappropriately, the designers of the menu in her hands could hope to inspire.
“Have you decided want you want, Tom?”
Extending his hand, he held his cigarette out to her, and, with a lightest of touches on his hand, she inhaled deeply,
“Yeah, Dorothy, I know what we want.”
This has been a backwards Six Sentence Story. Come join zoe and the rest of us in our weekly celebration of, ‘sometimes, the quicker is the better’ story telling.
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*eyelash fluutter* “oh, Tom!” *Sigh*…damn i gotta get to Almira…
lol
Love, love, love it. You forgot to say what was playing on the table-side jukebox at the diner. Looking forward to the next Chapter is this is an excerpt.
yeah… remember doing some side-research for that subject but got sidetracked. This is not an excerpt for Chapter 13 but I totally bet it shows up as the beginning of a Chapter at some point.
I was thinking Frank Sinatra or Rudy Vallee or something, but maybe jukeboxes were invented in the fifties. I’ll have to check that out.
hey good call! (not sure of exact dates, but you’re absolutely correct on when the jukeboxes (especially those excellent little, ‘at the table’ jukeboxes became common)
Eloquent writing, dear Clark, sir. Love that “grey-velvet” line up there. :)
thank you Senorita Cynthatina
Your description of the menu made me smile. I never thought of it, but really, why do menus have tassles?
seriously! they got to be place holders (yeah for a single page menu
What do you think….will Dorothy slice through Tom’s heart when she’s had her fill? Will she toss the discards of his passion for someone else to clean up?
I think Dorothy is in it for Dorothy.
I too have always questioned the tassel thing.
yeah… even the simple folded ‘1 page’ ones!
Does he really know what they both want? Could it differ in some respects? Will Tom slice through Dorothy’s heart when He has had his fill? Will there be tomorrow or a next week? Questions, questions, questions…..only time will tell. Intriguing story.
well, he is 18 lol
if you like this six I’ll invite you to go and read the story that Dorothy Gale (yes, that Dorothy Gale) and Tom meet… it’s called ‘Almira’ heres the link
btw the whole story started with a Six Sentence Story (hey! thanks zoe!)
They can both read the menu, let’s hope they are reading each other accurately, too.
yeah but something tells me they both have slightly differing ideas of what they’re reading