Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
Six Sentence Story is the name of this bloghop.
Denise is the host.
As the title suggests, it is all about writing a story, employing the prompt word, exactly six sentences in length.
This week we’ll check on our favorite detective, Ian Devereaux.
This week’s prompt word:
EXERCISE
My office was on the third floor of an Art Deco building directly across from the new IRS building, the latter, a post modern explosion of architectural brick, whimsical fountains and dread. Clearly the intent was to create a vibrant public plaza for the citizens of Providence; during the summer months it was the place to be seen for the city’s homeless, hypo-employed and the occasional government worker.
I stepped into the old elevator that smelled of cigars and sweat and pulled the inner door shut, its thin metal-trapezoids expanding into diamonds as the car lurched upwards; for god-knows what reason I was transported back to college and the memory of a girl in a peasant blouse, corduroy miniskirt and fishnet stockings.
“Mrs. Diamond is here, she insisted on waiting in your office.”
Looking past my office manager, Hazel, I saw my client’s shadow on the door’s frosted glass, it looked angry.
To say that my staying with this case was an exercise in futility was like asking a cloistered nun if she needed a little quiet time.
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Such a rich expression of so many senses, transporting the reader to this experience. Wonderful!
thank you, Lisa
Very nice, I especially liked:
To say that my staying with this case was an exercise in futility was like asking a cloistered nun if she needed a little quiet time.
that, actually, was the starting point of this Six
Delightful imagery. And as always, the Bogey didn’t hurt…
yeah… I trust his estate (and/or fans) don’t mind my using his image to iconify my own pulp noir WIP ‘The Case of the Missing Starr’
(btw the building (and times) were quite real. but instead of a detective agency, it was a pawnshop we frequented, back in the day, to buy guitars and other things that college students not in a curriculum intended to yield marketable degrees spent their time buying.
You are in your element. Evokes setting, mood …all!
Don’t be scarce sharing more from The Case of the Missing Starr, love the characters and story.
Great minds once again. Bogey, can’t go wrong with that, just sayin’.
So much to love here, noir, Art Deco reference, etc. Great six.
Wow. Every installment makes me want to read another.