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.
It is hosted by Denise and has a strict Six Sentence Limit
Speaking of ‘Penny Dreadfuls’, Tom and I are writing a Serial Six Sentence Story: ‘…of Heroes and the MisUnderstood‘.
Prompt word:
GRAIN
Cyrus St. Loreto muttered something in the key of involuntary resignation to the unexpected presence of one of the few women he genuinely respected and chose his words carefully, “Miss Claireaux, I will not insult you with a question regarding your participation in this private discussion on what the Bernebau Company’s former IT Department insists is a secure line.”
Her laughter evoked the downcast eyes and fingers-to-mouth blushing female characters found in so many romance novels set in the mid-to-late 19th century, replied, “Cyrus, declar că oamenii tăi cunosc cu siguranță calea către inima unei femei.”
“You’re crazy as a loon, Anya, gotta say, I like that about you,” Lou Caesare came as close to smiling as Diane Tierney could recall seeing in recent days; “I just got a call from my people, they’re on their way home, I am gladly in your debt,” the gruff edge to his voice enhanced the sincerity of his compliment, “I owe ya.”
“You don’t owe me a thing, Lou,” the Lady from Chicago did something with her voice, shifting from a warm affection for a favored uncle (or family dog), to the hard-edged tone of a life-or-death negotiator being informed of a terminal diagnosis, “As to you, Mr. St. Loreto, I have a parting gift; a list of mid-level functionaries embedded in the security apparatus of most countries who are, in fact, the eyes and ears of a certain secret, quasi-religious organization reputed to be headquartered in Germany.
“I’ll bid you both adieu for now with a reminder: while muscle and direct force serves one of you well and centuries of life affords the other a perspective on the minds of normal men, from the center of my world, both virtual and common, I’ll borrow from Blake, ‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand’.”
[Eibigen Abby
Rüdesheim am Rhein, Germany]Bring the young man from the GHCS, he can now be of use to the Order; as you wish, Reverend Mother
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I like the transition Anya made “from a warm affection for a favored uncle (or family dog), to the hard-edged tone of a life-or-death negotiator”.
yeah, she gots range!
Here’s what makes me really nervous… “I’m gladly in your debt”, “I owe ya”.
Lou, oh Lou! What have you done, lol He has no idea who he’s dealing with.
Good scene.
Lou does need to hope he’s not ever called on to return the favor, I agree
tru dat
Great scene (although I’m a little confused, but that’s normal for me).
continuation of the ‘phone scene’ of the three ‘background’ characters in ‘Of Heroes and the MisUnderstood’ serial Six
Someone once told me never mess with fairies or women able to change an ice cube into a fermion condensate state with a single glance. I don’t remember who told me that, but it seemed good advice at the time.
yeah, Anya, she has a certain way (fun to read, not so much if an interaction occurred in ‘real’ life)… no, wait, maybe even then