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 defined by it’s numerical eponymous title.
Prompt word:
TYPE
“And, no, you do not know my type… idiot.”
“I’d respond with the obvious interrogative challenging your patently specious assertion, however, given the rap sheet I’ve been privy to, you’ve some impulse control issues; shall we agree to disagree?”
The tall, thin man stared at the young woman with the air of abstract fascination common to old anthropologists and young morticians; deciding a smile would unfairly provoke her, he pulled out a chair from the first circle of tables across from the bar and, sitting, smiled.
Rosetta Storme shook her head unselfconsciously, her eyes struggled to keep up, instinctively searching her surroundings for threats and predators; in the nearly empty Six Sentence Café & Bistro, she tried and failed to negotiate a compromise with the maelstrom in her head, so, without preface swiveled on her barstool, bringing her full armament to bear on the Proprietor.
“Wanna know what Lou told me, the first time we met?”
“Not particularly,” both the tall, thin man and young woman burst into laughter; the former because he knew the answer, the latter because she believed he didn’t.
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I like how they both laughed at the end, but for very different reasons.
I keep seeing Rosetta as a prodigal daughter or granddaughter. My heart goes out to her even though she must be a pain to deal with.
nice!*
Hey, our offer of a ‘walk-on’ still stands. if you’d find a visit to the Café a break from every day (fictional) worlds, we’d be more than happy to have you stop in… (if such is the case, let us know!
*the prodigal daughter thing
Always enjoy spending time with the tall thin man, thank you.
Every Rosetta meets her Jean-François Champollion eventually.
hey! thanks for the ‘prompt’ to search always fun to learn about people, places and things!
and we’re like totally into philology (i.e. the study of light, flakey dough-based food stuffs (Michelin Guide to ‘You gotta try this!; 2020-2024)
in fact!
hold on, gots you a earworm
” Not available in my country” … I haven’t realised bits must own a passport… 21st century schizoid man.
wth! Was (Not-Was) not allowed! Something is terribly wrong with the world. (In case you have other sources, my little earworm gift was ‘Walk the Dinosaur’
The man is not without charm … and insight. Excellent Six.
Thank you, Madame Misky
“Prodigal daughter,” Frank, thank you for giving me the words when they wouldn’t come.
It feels like a gentle dance as the two people move around the Café.
very nice imagery
Most excellent Six, the scene so vivid in my mindscape. Particularly towards the end when Rosetta swivels on her barstool to…
I hear her inflection, see the craziness and overconfidence in her eyes, as she asks the tall, thin man, “Wanna know what Lou told me, the first time we met?”
Looking forward to the “what happened next”.
thankee
yeah, those of us who keep the past in cardboard boxes (in attics and garages and cellars, oh my) are heir to a world that fades to uselessness for others