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‘. (Get your ownself all caught-up before the story ends)
Prompt word:
GRAIN
“Your efforts to assist my organization in this matter of Mooncross Industries has, regrettably, been insufficient; I would be remiss, Mr. Caesare, were I not to remind you that no information coming out of our mutual effort find it’s way into the public eye; negligence in this matter would be quite ill-advised.”
Diane Tierney watched Lou’s face as the voice on the other end of the call slithered out of the handset in search of something to poison; for his part, the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge winked at her and began to make faces at the old-fashioned, very non-video handset; Diane knew boss’s ‘tell’ was nothing as obvious as a scowl or reddening of the face, as he replied to Cyrus St. Loreto, the calm in his tone making his contribution to the surprise telephone call all the more effective.
“Hey, Count Chocula, where I come from we have something called omertà, it’s a code of silence that’s kept people like me in business for quite some time; maybe if your ancestors didn’t have slaughter-everyone-in-the-village engrained in their culture, you could leave the garlic necklaces and heads-on-stakes behind and come live in the 21st-fuckin’-Century; no one and nothin’ leaves my organization without my say so, capiche?
And, while we’re on the subject of who was doing who a favor, when were you gonna tell me about your goddamn super-powered friends, that Co-Ordination of Super Villains bunch; if I hadn’t sent the two people I did, your company’s name would be all over every tabloid in England by now.”
“Boys, boys…boys how about you stop with the ‘who’s penis to bigger or longer or whatever metric you obsess over and act like adults, can you do that for me?”
Anya Claireaux’s voice stepped seamlessly between the two men; underneath the smiling tone, the wheedle of a teenaged girl discovering the power to make her two-week boyfriend drive their stolen car off the interstate and rob the first filling station they came to; not because she needed money, just because.
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Nice description of a standoff between Lou, Count Chocula and Anya with Diane Tierney moderating.
Hey!
next week… looking like there’s a convergence on the Six Sentence Café & Bistro
You totally need to put in an appearance…
Directions?
From a somewhat busy thoroughfare in the nearest medium-sized city, look for the side street where the last-remaining cobbler has a shop, (next to a seamstress with a sign in the window ‘Wedding Gowns on Consignment). Continue walking until you come to a lane (sidewalks now reduced to one side of the street only) and the buildings are growing larger, emptier and made of granite and brick instead of glass, steel and indifference. The road you’re on seems to broaden (as much to the empty lots of a once thriving industrial area of the city) and up on the left is a lane where the sidewalks are somehow cleaner, less pink-bubblegum splotched.
the Six Sentence Café & Bistro is in a building, (former textile mile if you must know)… Non-descript but clearly well-kept.
There is a door, down three granite steps from the sidewalk. Nick is the Gatekeeper, but you’re on the list so there will be no issues with lines and waiting and such.
Through the red oak (wrought iron hinges) door is a vestibule (a vinyl upholstered bench on the left which is for customers to wait for a table to open … you smile (cause, you know, you’re on the List) take a quick glance at the cigarette machine, gum-ball dispenser and formica counter holding (collectively) a stack of pulp real estate ads, a plexiglass holder of brochure from the Chamber of Commerce and a neatly stacked pile of The WatchTower.
The glass and stainless steel inner-door opens to a pleasantly cool gust of restaurant air-conditioned air, accompanied (politely) by the scent of lemons, a stray wiff of popcorn and, somehow not unpleasant, a touch of cigarette (the good kind, the shared smoke of two people before everything got old and unhealthy) and, of course, Tom’s cooking.
Denise is the Bartender (running down the right side) Mimi waves from the far end of the bar and Chris flashes cathode-code from her table against the far wall between the bar and the small stage
Welcome
Count Chocula is a great way to diffuse a super villain – made me chuckle.
Thank you
Reminds me of a line in a movie, “If you two are done swabbing the decks with testosterone…”
lol
Nice one… and just looking a ‘Casablanca’.
love that movie
“…just because”
Oh, man, lol. Step aside, Ms. C is in da house.
lol
Subtle humour. Unexpected turns of phrase. Occasionally laughing out loud, and having to explain to my husband what’s so funny … which often isn’t so easily done. I enjoyed reading every episode.
thank you, Misky (these three characters are surely the most fun (aka easiest) to write for)