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, it relies on a single, qualifying characteristic: stories are precisely six sentences in length.

Prompt word:

BOND

“Walk with me.”

The surprising thing was not that the tall, thin man managed to stand in the doorway to the kitchen without being noticed approaching, nor was it the obvious fact that he was already walking away, out into the main public area of the Café, before uttering the concluding pronoun of his ‘request’. To the unsurprised Proprietors, (and Tom), gathered in the sterile light of the kitchen, that he had singled out Rosetta Storme was.

As the Bartender and Tom and Mimi watched, the manager walked out among the tables that spread in no easily discernible pattern or order throughout the open rectangular space; the long side of this part of the Bistro was centered by the small stage backing up against an interior wall that showed it’s structural DNA in the off-white outlines of mortar forming the traditional running bond design.

To a casual observer, the man’s path was as circuitous as a chatbot’s interpretation of Wyeth’s ‘Christina’s World’.

The silence, both bond and distinction, among the two Proprietors (and Tom) was accented by one, un-inflected comment, “Well, mes amis, this will be interesting.”