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

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers

This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise there is but one rule: our stories, (inspired by the week’s prompt word), must be exactly (and only) six sentences in length.

Prompt word:

CONE

“What do you call the frozen dairy-product desert originally created by an unknown zen monk in a monastery during the Tang Dynasty?”

The tall, thin man, walking out of the perpetually semi-dark corridor that led to the Manager’s office, stopped next to Mimi, posing the question without preamble or the slightest hint of a set-up.

The Bartender, backing through the double-swinging doors from the kitchen behind the bar, turned and placed a platter holding four stemmed crystal vases of sundaes.

In an alcove marked ‘Reserved for the Raconteuse‘ halfway along the street-side wall, opposite the small stage, a laptop computer awoke, casting a friendly blue light towards the Proprietors and Tom, who, folding his apron, stood next to the cash register.

An orphaned cell phone, on the bar end nearest the entrance to the Six Sentence Café & Bistro began to jitter on the polished-wood, a late-stage alcoholic flamenco dancer after a three-day bender; on it’s screen, a text message from the Gatekeeper: “Don’t even think about saying it.”

“An Ice Cream Koan,” the tall, thin man, like an itinerate priest offering a blessing to a congregation, smiled to himself.