Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop
Denise the host.
(It’s no secret that one of the pleasures/benefits we derive from participation in this bloghop is the opportunity to learn from others and, with any luck, improve our own word skills. By imitation, if not education. In any event, last week Chris wrote this installment in her serial story, ‘The Jade Camel’ that was pure action, from start to finish. So, naturally, we thought, “Damn! I’d love to be able to do that.” As we all know, when it comes to writing fiction, the best way to learn is through constant practice.)
The prompt word:
STROKE
The door to his hotel suite was on the receiving end of the only free appendage available to Brother Abbott, specifically, his left foot. The rest of his body was committed to winning the heart of Eugénie Descartes who, giving up hope of physical resistance, deployed wave after wave of blonde hair down over his face, hoping to undermine his confidence in the precise location of his bed.
The young woman, her heart taking leave of the earth as her feet left the floor, noticed the man becoming mired by indecision whether to continue his initial romantic sortie while standing or doubling down on his physical advantage in the waiting bed. He badly underestimated the price of consulting his brain in matters of the body, confronting the row of buttons down the back of the waitress’s blouse, a simple but effective defense; victory in love’s timeless battle would, pyrrhic or not, appear to be within the woman’s grasp.
Now, on the silk and pillow-strewn battlefield, Eugénie took matters in her own hands and, pulling the offending article of clothing over her head, paused, knee-upright on the bed and waved it over her head, cheerful traitor signaling the castle keep was his for the taking. A lesser man might attribute the outcome of the night as testament to his skill with women, even while acknowledging the chance stroke of luck; Brother Abbott, having had his view of the world enhanced by his time in the Order of Lilith, smiled at what a fool Adam had been.
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Our Brother Abbott. A layer has been pulled back as we glimpse the carnal man.
Let us pray :)
Most excellent musical accompaniment.
yeah, man does not live by prayer alone (All Hail our Lady L!)
Oh, from the looks of it, he had more than his world view enhanced!
Let us pray indeed🙂
Kiss..es!
yeah, fun challenge, this post
‘… pure action from start to finish…’
I need to take a lie down now, Clark…
Sitrep:
D is pulling back a layer, C hails Lady L, I send Kisses, Tom lies down…lady L Smackdown🤣🤣😘
yeah, like you can talk! the (most intriguing Fabergé of a Six post) you wrote this week was all John McLaughlin to my Jack White (lol ayiiee the ego!!)
I’ve got 6 words for ya
By the company I keep.
First of all, Clark, I curtsey (a little unsteadily) at the compliment paid.😊
And this? An action-focused episode of the first order, right down to the detail of those passion-postponing buttons!
totally welcome… like we were talkin ’bout last weekend, the idea of learning and improving can only start when we can recognize the skills we would benefit by acquiring.
I realized I failed to establish the that this event is contemporaneous to the previous Sixes in which Brother Abbott has lunch with Monsieur Magnifique… the attentive waitress? shoulda thought to link that chapter. Here it is
I also enjoyed the description of the buttons.
I’m a sucker for a good love story.
Pyrrhic – fabulous offering, Clarke!
Thanks, Laura!