Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Very early start to my warm-up phase of the week’s Six Sentence Story. Wednesday morning! (Yeah, ‘ayyiee’ indeed!)
In any event, the story-robbing world of work and reason is lurking outside my garage door like a garden-hose-wielding-gasoline-thief-magically-transported through-time-from-1974, so intent on stealing the precious fuel that he fails to notice that there are three plastic gas containers lined up along the wall of the garage, each one complete with Easi-grip handle®. The better for running away from the police.
zoe and her prompt words! Or rather prompt word. Only one word each week. But… but! that one word has got to gather exactly six sentences around it in the form of a story. Otherwise she’d have to go and, like, totally change the title of this bloghop. And that wouldn’t be write. (ha ha)
(A.S.* This week’s Six is from a scene in the new chapter in ‘Home and Heart‘. Drusilla is the very able owner of a real estate brokerage who has been engaged by a large and aggressively growing company by the name of ‘the Bernebau Company’. The Bernebau Company is owned by one Cyrus St Loreto and Constantin Szarbo is his fixit man.)
Bend
“Knock, Knock.”
Drusilla Renaude’s scalp tingled from the atavistic effort of her hair follicles to stand straight up, the better to make her look larger, this in service of the most fundamental of human defensive strategies. The incongruity of the childish onomatopoeic greeting, more common among casual friends in an informal setting, coming from a man like Constantin Szarbo, enhanced her already adrenaline-laced blood supply with a tincture of ever corrosive fear.
Drusilla was a talented, educated and accomplished woman not given to being intimidated. Twisting her hips and bending her legs, visible through the glass-topped desk as one half of a pair of quotation marks, caused her upper body to turn, courtesy of the swivel-bearing in her chair, to face the door into her office.
“Yes?” The owner of Renaude and Associates offered a smile appropriate to asking a stranger who has clearly lost their way if they need some direction.
Constantin Szarbo filled the doorway, impeccably dressed in a suit from Savile Row, shoes from the Marche region of Italy, watch from La Chau-de-Fonds in Switzerland and a smile from the primordial jungle.
* yeah, Ante Scriptum, sorry! I don’t make this stuff up…well, sometimes