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.
Hosted each week by Denise, the rules are simple, the stories are always a surprise.
The prompt word:
LOUNGE
“I trust you won’t take this wrong, but you and your friends are pretty damn weird.”
The Sophomore sat on the end of a mostly-intact, wooden-slat chaise lounge which made up a grouping of furniture along the lefthand boundary of the urban dog park; this collection of furniture a product of the same urban tides that put shopping carts in church parking lots and three-wheeled green vinyl office chairs next to random bus stops.
“Coming from a kid who looks like he just walked off the set of ‘Dazed and Confused Too’, I’ll take that as high compliment, no blunt intended,” the tall, thin man lowered the now-filled plastic bag to the ground in slow, but surely unconscious, imitation of the biological process that prompted his clean-up visit and shrugged into his suit coat.
‘Now that we’ve completed Mimi’s arukuzen, what say we repair to a place less pungent and regale the others with tales of our triumph over excrement and subsequent, if not momentary, satori,” the Proprietor of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro waited, as towards the sidewalk the younger man slouched, “Lets push this narrative back back on a track less exotic, shall we?”
“Despite what I said about your friends,” the young man in the long coat, it’s collar turned up and tasseled with an archaic ponytail, smiled, “That Café of yours is way cool, so yeah, like we used to say, back at my old school, ‘lets show ’em the cool shit we got’.”
Veering into the middle of the street to bypass the line extending half-a-block from the entrance to the SSC&B, both men, (one young, the other experienced), laughed and began to sing, “Bad boys, Bad boys...”
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Most enjoyable Six, Clark!
I love that the Sophomore and tall thin man interact.
Mimi, I suspect, while busy with the crowd at the Café, will be amused by the “cool shit”, lol
Great description of how that chaise lounge got there: it was the “product of the same urban tides that put shopping carts in church parking lots”.
thanks Frank (I know we’ve all wondered how shopping carts manage to get across town
Definitely a great line!
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This one had me chuckling, first at, “in slow, but surely unconscious, imitation of the biological process that prompted his clean-up visit” and then at “‘lets show ’em the cool shit we got’.”
Sorry, but I just want him to wash his hands, no matter how cool the shit he got.
I am impressed with the length of the line outside the SSC&B.
Sorry. I debated putting in a link to the previously on… the preceding post establishes quite up front the means and methods of his task:
https://wakefielddoctrine.com/2023/02/23/six-sentence-story-the-wakefield-doctrine-a-cafe-six-19/
My apologies. I have once again allowed Life to get in the way of my Six Sentence habit.
Bad boys, indeed. Coffee’s ready and i’ll have pralines out soon.
Mimi…you are the silent force of the SSC&B!
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I like it. The two meet, some street cleaning to do, compliments about the SSC&B, both seem to be wearing very cool coats, one is young, one is experienced.
Their triumph over excrement provided cool shit a-plenty!
yeah, brings to mind a line from one of the FireSign Theatre albums I once owned
Cool s…ix!
Oh yes, back in the day, I was a student and I had an old chaise-longue doubling a bed. Perfect for the SSC&B!