Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks. scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop. Every week, our host Denise, offers a new prompt word and invites all to write a story utilizing that word.
Easy, right?
Well... there’s this thing about the number of sentences in your submission. Six sentences. No more and no less.
Hey! Is that Bogie up there in the post photo? Means one thing to me… Ian Devereaux and The Case of the Missing Starr!
This week’s prompt word:
NOTE
With the precarious self-confidence of a high school athlete, I walked to the head of the line of noon-time customers waiting to be seated at The Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge, holding out a folded sheet of paper, “Your new dancer gave me this note and insisted that I deliver it to you.”
Diane spared me a quick glance as she executed the critical function of a hostess in a strip club, bestowing pre-absolution on patrons, a most attractive priestess in a drive-through confessional.
The daytime clientele of Lou Ceasare’s club consisted of members of Providence’s upper-level professional class; attorneys and judges, stockbrokers and bankers. To a man, having spent the morning keeping civilization civilized, they stepped in from Weybosset Street, professional standards rattling behind, like 21st century Jacob Marleys.
With a glance towards the dance floor that anyone but a trained investigator would have missed, she opened the note and read as I continued, “In the interest of full disclosure, everyone’s been talking about the new dancer, and while Miss Zhao didn’t actually speak to me, your reflection in her eyes made it clear I’d better deliver this to you, post haste.”
“Hey, Tierney, if the consulting-fricken-detective can tear himself from his goddamn approach-avoidance conflict, I got some information worth more than getting you to set him up with Annchi,” a post-modern Caliban, Lou Caseare’s voice cut through the fog of cigarette smoke and adolescent fantasies, so I headed towards his office, the last booth on the right.
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Bob Seger and Bogie all in one. and then this…” With a glance towards the dance floor that anyone but a trained investigator would have missed,” excellent scene setting. I can visualize that clearly. nice Clark Scott Roger or whomever you are!
that is my favorite Seger song (having one of the best guitar leads anywhere)… thanks
You never disappoint with your sixes! Nice movement through the story.
Thank you, Lisa
Very enjoyable scene – brought me back to the days when I worked on Atwells Avenue – similar bar scenes took place on a regular basis, drawing my employees out of the lab into the bar one street down where women would dance in a segment called “Legs and Eggs”.
surely one can only shake (ones) head is bemusement
Oh, the sacrilege of the second sentence. Perfect.
Thankee, Miz Avery
Ah, i can see it now, all those businessmen who will go home and deny where they’ve been. Excellent six!
really, right?
thanks
Ya know. I think I even like Lou, lol. Totally enjoyed your Six as well as reading The Case of the Missing Starr serial each week. Keep it coming!