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SiX SenTeNce STOry -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is our second contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop, inspired by Mimi’s third(!!) Six here.

Hosted by Denise.

This week’s prompt word:

TENSION

Entrainment, as exhibited in the ebb and flow of multiple disparate conversations,” the tall, thin man nodded in the direction of the smallish crowd engaged in the social mitosis common to free hors d’oeuvres night at the Bistro; returning his gaze to the young woman wearing a week’s salary of casual clothing, he decided not to continue with a full explanation of the phenomena.

“Oh, sorry; I didn’t mean to intrude,” the young woman smiled with a reservation that her upbringing clearly required she not share, and continued towards the safety of the center of the room.

Returning his attention to the sound of the room, the Manager glanced at the light-purple curtains, now tied back against the brick columns forming the alcove and thought of Jenne, one of the Proprietors of the SSC&B currently on sabbatical; ‘Now she would not have needed to ask,’ he thought, ‘Or, for that matter, any of the other Managers.’

Reaching for the book in the center of the table, the tall, thin man became aware of a sound embedded in the overall din of voices, glassware and the scrape of chairs on the wide-board flooring. It was a distinctive clatter, repetitive without repetition, four percussionists rather than one; he recognized it as one of the secret languages of dogs, in this case, Hunga dancing his greeting to someone who ranked in the ultimate social constellation of his pack.

There was another sound, barely audible, (by most humans), it’s timbre resonating a tension comprised of equal parts of alarm and defense; the image it inspired: an arboreal setting and the dominant female member of a pride of lions.

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

Comments

  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    Nice description: “the young woman wearing a week’s salary of casual clothing”. Quickly calculating I figured I would be wearing about an hour’s worth of salary in casual clothing. Another nice description of the clatter on the wooden floor: “repetitive without repetition”.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      lol me too, if that

      That would be the clatter of a dog’s nails on a wood floor. a great sound

  2. Spira says:

    Oh man…wolves and lionesses don’t get along!
    Good thing the Gatekeeper goes with Hūnga for a looong walk!

    With each installment SSC&B becomes deeper and more tangible; as its motto says!

    Excellent opening sentence and atmosphere!

  3. messymimi says:

    Hunga knows what most people don’t, the difference between the wolf and the sheepdog.

  4. Chris Hall says:

    Nice one!

  5. Nicely done, Clark!
    Weaving a Six to round out a “day in the life” of the goings on at the Six Sentence Café & Bistro. Very cool.

  6. I agree with Frank that the description of the woman’s clothing is a neat one. Likewise, my casual clothing would not cost a week’s salary.