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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Café Six]

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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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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:

    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.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      I’ll be they had sometime of screening (reeds and such) keep out the larger pests

  2. Spira says:

    Solid SSC&B Six, Clark…or should I say Platonic Hexahedron?

    Only one thing, though…The GateKeeper would never address Hūnga as “the dog”.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      Agree. But was channeling an old joke punchline (multiple jokes), “I was talking to the duck/pig/…” lol

  3. messymimi says:

    Wonderfully done.

  4. Of course! Canines know most of the secrets of the universe, don’t they?
    Loved it!

  5. Really enjoyable story, Clark.

  6. Chris Hall says:

    Wonderful… into the light!