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, all we’re asked to do is write a story of six (and only six) sentences.
Prompt word:
ACCESS
“Hey, Devereaux, I know you got a degree from Hah-vud,” Lou Ceasare looked up from his booth as I approached, “But the Bottom of the Sea ain’t no Ivory League satellite campus and, even if it was, a Doctorate of Breasteses and Sequinology ain’t in the catalogue,” un-leashing his crocodile-laugh, the career-drinkers at the bar joined in like a flock of tipsy plover birds.
About to deliver a thoroughly devastating riposte, a liquor-bottle-fractal woman approached us in mirror behind the bar; the reflection stopped, and, all Plato’s cave fire-made-flesh, the Club’s hostess, Diane Tierney, stopped next to Lou’s booth/office/boardroom, “Lou, three of our dancers have called in sick for the second day in a row and a fourth said she was quitting, something about protestors and tires being slashed in the parking lot.”
Lou leaned over his table towards me, his peculiar sense of decorum regarding the woman responsible for the efficient operation of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge exerting itself and said, “Devereaux, you being out of work and all, wanna earn some money?”
Diane stepped away from Lou a few steps past me and, putting an index finger to her lips, in the tone of a professional appraiser, “I don’t know Lou, the butt’s good but kinda flat in the chest and besides, I don’t think our clientele are ready for a Chippendale reboot.”
“Fuckin’ Tierney, you crack me up,” a millisecond of a glance, taking in everyone in earshot, guaranteed there would be nothing but a respectful silence.
“But, you’re absolutely correct, Diane, having our dancers stressed by this is not acceptable; I can make sure nobody loiters in front of the joint blocking access for our dancers or customers, that’s Underworld 101; as far as the group behind the protests, these so-called Magdalenians, I want you, Devereaux, to get me something I can leverage on them, without having to resort to gunpowder and other explosives, capische?”
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Funny opener, Clark. Lou always makes me laugh.
The thing about the Ian Devereaux Sixes is, for those of us reading these last few years, the characters have become “real”. It’s good hanging with them tonight
agree… with some characters, you just sit and take notes
You are a genius at inventing words to fit the sequence.
Thank you, Reena but, afterall this is fiction and no less an authority than the Oxford Dictionary informs us that Fiction is: 2. something that is invented or untrue.
surely that applies to the component words of our stories!
The moment you forget you are reading a Six and get absorbed by, what Denise described as, “real” characters.
lol
(which, when you think about it, is either pretty cool or kinda crazy)
Good seeing Ian Devereaux today.
(of course it’s real)
yes ’em
Nice description: “the career-drinkers at the bar” I wonder what Devereaux is going to find to leverage against the Magdalenians.
thanks Frank!*
* for the record, I’m wondering the same thing!**
** about who these Magdalenians are and what they might be up to…
I so enjoy spending time with these characters.
I enjoyed the image of the drunks at the bar
“…the career-drinkers at the bar joined in like a flock of tipsy plover birds.”
Thank you
If those Magdalenians aren’t spotless, they’d best watch their backs.
tru dat
A Chippendale reboot? Butt okay and chest, nay – I don’t think so, more like the Half Full Monty!
lol