Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Denise is the host.
Along with the first Six of this week, by way of some backstory, here read this: …previously at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
(We recommend you catch up with Mimi this week, or, (and it will make us feel so ‘way to be clever with the story interlinks!) clink on the first Mimi hyperlink as you read the Six below.)
This week’s prompt word:
FILM
“What the hell just happened?”
The rather juvenile and, surprisingly unsophisticated expression of surprise by the tall, thin man was as jarring as the disappearance of the Sophomore moments before as six of the Proprietors of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro looked on in varying degrees of astonishment.
Their individual commentary on the event was as characteristic, (if not idiosyncratic), as to be expected: the GateKeeper after drawing mightily on his Opus X, sent what could only be described as a, ‘smoke square’, out over the empty tables surrounding the bandstand, unlike it’s cousin, the smoke ring, it tumbled through the air rather than rotating; for his part, Ford executed a single rimshot on the snare drum, currently serving as a tray for his drink, (somehow) it possessed echo without reverb, a true koan of percussion; Jenne closed her book, (producing a sound more associated with a vacuum than a plosive); Chris signaled both concern and simpatico, and Denise said, ‘Huh‘.
Moving to the kitchen, the currently-acting manager, over-dressed for anything other than delivering a eulogy for a misunderstood head-of-state, straight-armed the swinging doors and stopped short, as the seventh Proprietor, at a lower than normal line-of-sight, was washing the floor with a decidedly 20th, if not 19th century, cleaning implement.
Knowing better than to express surprise, the tall, thin man crouched next to Mimi, noting with a smile the hint of a tiny convex rainbow on the bubbles in the wash-pail and, for reasons that partially hinted at his qualifications for his current position, remembered the stories his parents told of first seeing the contrast between Kansas and Oz in the 1940s film; maintaining a nearly-stable posture, he took a rag from the stainless steel countertop and began to dry the clean-water trail on the ceramic tile floor.
With a smile at once wise and a touch wicked, Mimi laughed, “Not a word about students and Masters or I’m Nobody will be all over us for multi-tasking a cool saying in a comment; leave the floors to me, you need to get the plot in something even slightly resembling a credible narrative arc.”
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Nice description: “snare drum, currently serving as a tray for his drink, (somehow) it possessed echo without reverb, a true koan of percussion” I guess the drum could be used as a tray. I remember that contrast between Kansas and Oz.
yeah, it was (for us) the miracle of color tv! (12 inch RCA)
* Big smile*
Thanks for putting up with my cigar* (and me lol)
*he maybe on to something 😉
https://youtu.be/BXyfCGDnuWs
lol
not a problem
Nice SSC&B Six! I love “it possessed echo without reverb, a true koan of percussion” had to look up ‘koan’ – excellent! Knowing the prices of snare drum heads I could never use mine as a tray. My step-grandfather was a jazz drummer and improvised a beer and ashtray stand clamped to his drumkit for live shows 😀
Thanks, Ford. love that idea of ‘one (drum)stick striking’… lol (from my own experience… I enjoy looking at guitars online and don’t really get the relic’ing thing… “Pay us extra and we’ll make it look like a sixty-year-old Strat!” Like, what’s the point? While they often get close, ‘buckle rash’ on the back of the guitar, I don’t think I’ve seen any relic’d Strat (yeah, getting to my original point lol)…. with the cigarette burn marks just past the nut on the peghead….
God, while I know I’ve put my share of cigarette there (for just a minute) I hope I never was responsible for marring a future classic!
Brilliant!
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*you started it! lol
Boom-tissss! Nice stroll thru the cafe, to see who’s usually about!
Yeah, always fun
Don’t be a stranger… (like those of us who have serial monkeys on our backs) can afford the time, but if you ever want to stop by and present a dilemma (or run in, chased by a dilemma)… the tall, thin man is almost always there, in one form or another.
Enjoy the clubbing 😀
hey, stop by anytime! It is always enjoyable when another blogger ‘writes themselves a visit to the Six Sentence Café & Bistro’… (if a ‘refresher’ on the interior of the club or characters likely to be there, please, do not hesitate to ask)