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 by Denise, ruled by a single… rule? To use the prompt word and keep it to six sentences in length.
This week’s prompt word:
SCREEN
“Plato was almost right.”
The tall, thin man sat alone at a table in the middle of the Café ,looking like the archetypical shipwreck survivor in a single-panel cartoon in the New Yorker or the Saturday Evening Post; the difference between the two and the man was the exertion of Free Will and illusion of socio-economic sophistication. The time was afternoon, lighting was sufficient and nearly all the Proprietors (and Tom) were present.
“It wasn’t simply a matter of shadows thrown on a wall by an unseen fire, as that would account merely for the common world we,” Locking eyes with Tom, who was leaning over his elbows on the working side of the bar that ran along the far end of the open room, continued, “Well, most of the human race experience on a day-to-day basis; the better construct would be a screen, one that allows to be seen what the individual, by inclination or upbringing, wants to see.”
Tom laughed and threw a bar towel in a hopeless trajectory towards the Manager, while Nick, sitting on the bandstand halfway down the old brick interior wall, in a sotto voce that more forte than sotto, laughed, “He was talking to the dog,” which Ford, naturally, punctuated with a rimshot on his drum kit. Mimi, on the Café side of the bar talking to Chris on her laptop, looked down to her right, “Tut tut, Hunga, your people have been aware of the true character of reality since, well, forever.”
“Hear, Hear” Denise emerging from the dark hallway at the end of the bar, “You been told!”
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Rather than an unseen fire projecting a Platonic shadow a screen might be a better analogy as I think you are suggesting. I wonder if Plato had screens back then or even windows.
I’ll be they had sometime of screening (reeds and such) keep out the larger pests
Solid SSC&B Six, Clark…or should I say Platonic Hexahedron?
Only one thing, though…The GateKeeper would never address Hūnga as “the dog”.
Agree. But was channeling an old joke punchline (multiple jokes), “I was talking to the duck/pig/…” lol
Wonderfully done.
thank you
Of course! Canines know most of the secrets of the universe, don’t they?
Loved it!
Hear, Hear!
living manifestations is all
Really enjoyable story, Clark.
thanks, Nicole
Wonderful… into the light!
thankee