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. Regulated by the Department of Sentenae Limitation, Ordinal Section
Prompt Word:
LIGHT
“Got a light?”
The tall, thin man offered something of a throwback 18th Century formal bow as he stepped up to the Gatekeeper outside the Six Sentence Story Café and Bistro.
The Gatekeeper complied, but not without the slightest hint of a interrogative arch of one dark eyebrow; the man with the unlit cigarette hastened to explain the occasion requiring portable fire.
“Well, earlier this evening, the Sophomore suggested there was an early point on my timeline when these,” the Proprietor held out his left hand, the white cylinder nestled in a reversed V-for-Victory gesture, “and I were inseparable”.
“Players, haven’t seen those in, like, forever; while I prefer my cigars, got nothing but props for the brand,” The Proprietor-slash-Heimdall grinned approval.
“Not for nothin’ Nick, was there a small but odd group of people on your line this evening, consisting of a stripper, a bodyguard, a short young woman with a homicidal vibe and a guy in blue tights?”
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Nice twist on the the time travel angle. Wouldn’t mind a younger me to give me the 411 from time to time.
“The Proprietor-slash-Heimdall grinned approval.” That’s the Gatekeeper alright.
the old ‘what might you change (actually that on closer examin’ them implies a more convoluted paradox that one might think)
were one to
My Sweetie was a Camel unfiltered guy. He and I used to share a cigar once in a while.
Bad as my poor lungs are now, I’m glad he quit the cigarettes before we met and the cigars were before we ever had kids.
As for you two, thanks for keeping it outdoors.
Of course outdoors, ma’am… except for those unique late nights when the Bistro is empty, the sky is heavy and hearts heavier.
in ‘real life’ I did start with Players (In college and 18) lol
You have reached a point, Clark, that you are writing me…ahem…the Gatekeeper better than me.
Do I need to say anything more of the quality of your ink, master Weaver?
Now, let’s light another one…I have just opened a Heaven’s Door Straight Tennessee Bourbon… light ’em up.
nuh uh
for one, would not want the job of Gatekeeper… the balance of being open to all (who approach) and be welcoming and! the strength to turn away those who one must… way beyond the ttm
Very nice prelude to the story: “Regulated by the Department of Sentenae Limitation” That is a beautiful trademark for those cigarettes.
I believe (or remember they came in, like, metal boxes?) could be false remembering… it was the ’60s after all lol
“Hint of an interrogative arch of one dark eyebrow”
My head just exploded. That is a great image, rolls off my internal tongue!
lol ayiiee. (thanks)
Back in the day, eh! Fab.
indeed
I wonder what he’d make of my pipe and Condor tobacco!
A nod of acknowledgement. Which in what we see of modern culture is the best we can all hope for