Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise.
Governed by one rule: entries must tally six (and only six) sentences in length.
Prompt word:
RESERVE
The sun, like an inept burglar, crept up to the edge of the Carpathian mountain range to the east and hid; unable or unwilling to believe it could restrain its light in the name of surprise.
Sarah touched the edge of the china cup and raised an eyebrow; Cyrus St. Loreto tipped the silver spout, dark liquid charged the air with the aroma of a new day and, his eyes never leaving hers, said: “If you insist, ‘Once upon a time...'”
The young woman’s laughter was one of un-affected celebration as the Count finally capitulated to the entreaties, initiated with the first course of dinner, continuing beyond her travel companion’s repairing to his room, a casualty of travel fatigue; her enjoyment of victory was enhanced by the contrast to his inbred and cultured reserve reinforcing his natural formality, Cyrus St. Loreto offered the rarest of gifts, the natural humor found among friends and equals.
His brow relaxed, sealing the momentary link that bound more than their minds, “And here I thought I was entertaining a proper English girl bravely serving a mission on behalf of her Order; if the arrangement you have with your companion”, Cyrus paused both for emphasis and to savor the growing tension, “I am not referring to your well-intentioned friend Anselm, rather the spirit that runs through your eyes like an insolent girl locked in her room waving from the window, that I would petition an audience.”
Sarah smiled down into the ebony pool held lightly before her lips and with a self-assurance at odds with her youth and experience, “If your discretion is all it is reputed to be, I might be inclined to arrange an introduction.”
This time, it was the former ruler of a dark and ill-defined domain who cast his eyes down, as instinctual as it was an effective encouragement, the matching of the stalking predator to his prey’s pace; encouraging surrender in the guise of triumph.
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I shall proceed directly to sentence 6… let the “games” begin! I look forward to this impending contest of wills.
Excellent soundtrack for the tone of your story.
Should be interesting.
Good description at the end: “encouraging surrender in the guise of triumph” Perhaps they are both doing this. That “ebony pool” sounds ominous like water used for scrying.
Thanks, Frank. Nicer imagery, missed that myself for the cup of coffee she was holding.
I liked your opening sentence, Clark.
Thanks, ceayr
Very well written, allowing the reader to imagine all kinds of possible outcomes.
Thank you.
Great post. You are such a talent. Also, no sugar in my coffee…I don’t think so! Cream too!
thanks, man (for the record, me too up here (New England black coffee is the exception not the rule, a ‘regular coffee’ is with cream and sugar)
A tense cat and mouse game here.
thanks, Miz Avery
the question remains who is which (and, with any luck we might witness a leopard and panther game instead)
Can’t say it’s been entirely deliberate and/or premeditated, but ‘older’* characters have had the benefit of a touch of the uncertainty principle…. e.g. is Cyrus a vampire (we’ve seen him outdoors in the daytime) how magical is he (can’t say anyone has witnessed him fly without a machine) The result, imo, at the risk of detailed description of a character is the availability of Reader definition.
ya know?
*as in long-running through other stories
We await the outcome of this with bated breath.
well, better than baited breath!
(come on, tell me that ‘joke’ has tried get into a comment before now?)
lol
Now then, that is a suspenseful cliff-hanger. Bring the next episode on!
The sparring partners test themselves in preparation for the match to come. How will it play out? you leave me wondering and waiting.
Me too!*
*total seat-of-pants approach, won’t know until the next installment
You simply dropped the mic with your amazing descriptions.
thankee, Miz Tomey
The last one leaves me asking for more.
always like to hear that. thanks!