Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted each week by Denise, the rules are simple, the stories are always a surprise.
The prompt word:
WRAP
“Sorry man, the correct pronunciation is ‘Deeej and Skinner’ (Number 10 Savile Row);” a tear in the mass of facial hair grew upwards at an angle, non-verbal assertion of an error also once shared, as the Gatekeeper sat back in his chair behind the Sophomore, opposite the bar that ran along the right-hand wall of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
At that moment, the tall, thin man walked out of the dark of the hallway at the far end of the bar, pulling at the lapels of his suit-coat and staring, in unselfconscious awe, at how the crease in his trousers never broke in a way that might diminish the perfect fit of his new suit; looking back to the man following him, yellow cloth tape measure, a master tailor’s tzitzit, the Proprietor applauded quietly, ‘Your taste is impeccable, your craftsmanship without peer and I thank you and your staff for yet another masterpiece of clothing.’
The Sophomore lit a cigarette and wrapped(sic) on the scarred-wood table top, “Dude, I think I get why a bespoke suit costs as much as my second car.”
Continuing along the bar towards the exit, the Proprietor passed the Sophomore when an arm appeared at chest level from the bar side of the aisle holding a nylon rake with an adjustable handle and a dustpan, (with an equally adjustable handle), “Shar, besides being the day of delivery of your new suit,” Mimi turned, on her barstool to smile at the man, now holding the two utensils, “Today is the start of your week as clean-up at Café dog park.”
The tall, thin man turned enough to lock eyes with the woman in the floral print dress, with complimentary black freshwater pearl necklace; their shared expression was that of two staring down at a recently recovered manuscript; after a pause, she smiled and he nodded with the single word acknowledgement, “Sensei” and continued towards the door.
“Young time traveler dude, as Mimi has so eloquently reminded me, while the material things of the world are as beautiful as money can buy, the responsibilities to one’s chosen family is a gift beyond price; to the dog park that we might re-find a Path with Heart!”
About clarkscottroger
convergence
con·ver·gence kən-ˈvər-jən(t)s
1
: the act of converging and especially moving toward union or uniformity …
…thus creating a new whole or
reinforcing the entity standing at the singular point of converging acts.
(Sweep in , sweep out 😆)
the trick for me (as I suspect many) is to establish the center and walk with eyes closed for as long as possible, being ready to reinforce the split-second realization, upon re-opening eyes and seeing you’re still in the middle of the path.
or, suspend the shame circuit as much as possible and hold onto the (early Doctrine mantra: hey, if everyone hates what we write or do, we can always get another set of everyone)
Very creative use of the prompt word: “wrapped(sic) on the scarred-wood table top”
Cafes probably need to have a dog park to draw in customers today.
well, I would hope so!
anytime you’re in the (metaphorical neighbor of the Café) call ahead and anyone of us would be happy to show you the SSC&B free dogpark. Having an escort, at least for the first visit, is recommended. The neighborhood around the Café can be perceived as being somewhat… challenging. But like that old saying reminds us, ‘the unfamiliar is awful adept at putting on scary masks than the everyday routine’
1. Excellently done.
2. You know, if you ask nicely, i’d swap chores to keep the suit clean.
3. We actually spell it “cher,” although that can cause people to misunderstand, thinking it a famous name. If you prefer to keep this spelling, i understand
1. Thankee
2. The tall thin man enjoyed two things in that regard: a) the tactile reminder of the everyday real world combined with an appreciation of the distraction of worldly cost and 2) the camaraderie of two Proprietors, passing on a common but usually diverging (only to return) paths… (in this Six, one Proprietor was not charging another with a task as much as sharing a certain perception of the everyday world with the decidedly-not everyday world of this metaphorical location.
3. yeah, I’ve encountered that distinction in my earlier ‘research’ in the language and culture of the region. Unfortunately, the sources tend to be: genuine Cajun/Creole expressions…. and recipes and jewelry outlets lol I appreciate the insight.
thanks, as always …
I always enjoy your Café Sixes, Clark. I love that there is no “pretending” there’s a Six Sentence Café & Bistro. There simply is.
Your last sentence – powerful and true.
Who doesn’t like a well dressed, tall thin man?
I also liked the deep truth of the last sentence.
Thank you.
An episode well suited to the prompt word, albeit it in an imaginative way! A pair of custom-fit Welllington boots might come in useful too.
a definite plus to the look (the boots)…
I’m of a generation that barely squeaked under the door of ‘suits are for old men’…. barely
Don’t tell anyone, but back in early college (late ’60s) my friends would compete in the cultural fashion revolution for longest fringe on suede jackets and tallest handmade boots or widest bellbottoms and most heart-stopping peasant blouses. Of course, being a clark I did what came natural, given my social environment (or at least as much of that available to my personality type)… occasionally showed up at campus gatherings in 3 piece suit and wingtip shoes*
man! I loved those shoes, really need to get myself another pair
Excellent!
Thank you, Chris
Ah well, Clark… suited and booted… and the job still needs doing!
lol, so much for what 20-40k gets you in a suit
Ah! So…
Tools, yes, but watch your step, Grasspopper.
lol
Ah, so that’s how they ended up at the dog park… (just backtracking from your most recent Café Six). Cool coats to Savile Row suits, eh (backtracking).
my thanks to D. Avery… the addition, even if only in comments, of the link to the set-up Six has made a big difference