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This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.
Prompt word:
TONE
Lou Caesare stepped from the glass & stainless steel vestibule of the Six Sentence Cafe´& Bistro with the understated power of the first wave of a mid-oceanic tsunami.
Pointing to the near end of the bar running along the right side of the Bistro he said one word, “Sit”; the pin-stripe / custom-made wingtip oxfords executioner, (and part-time driver), complied in a perfect show-not-tell manner …sat.
The interior of the Café, half-dark and nearly-vacant, shimmered beneath the aurora borealis of neon prism’d through rows of liquor bottles; a ripple in the shadows drew near,
“Lou.”
“Proprietor,”
“I appreciate your accommodation on such short notice, but while the Bottom of the Sea has the best security in the world,” the tall, thin man’s response of a half-smile prompted Lou Caesare to add with a grin of modesty, “Yeah, yours truly.” Through the receding laughter, the club owner-slash-underworld crime boss continued, “but even with the best tech geeks on the payroll, those fuckin’ Feds.”
Lou stopped with the abruptness of a cop’s flashlight in a lover’s lane, a tone of contrition softened his words, “Pardon my French” grazing the attention of the Bartender and the Raconteuse midway along the bar, he stopped at the woman sitting at the far end, adding “Je vous demande pardon.“
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I think Rosetta, from her actions in the earlier tale, learned how to exercise authority from Lou.
Nice description: “the understated power of the first wave of a mid-oceanic tsunami”
Pardon accordé, maintenant et toujours.
After all, you don’ get to be a mama an’ nanan wit’out hearin’ a few t’ings.
thankee Miz M
Extraordinary, Lou’s holding a meeting at the Café, but like the man said, “..those fuckin’ Feds.”
Rosetta summoned by Lou – has to be some serious you know what goin’ on. The Sophomore being formerly introduced to Uncle Lou. That, will be interesting.
yeah, wish I had a clue… lol
Love the tall thin man and love Lou.
Thank you
I agree with Frank Hubeny on the description of “understated power.”
I was just thinking on the versions of entitlement. Every attempt to control a free mind, every crime is an act of entitlement. And here comes your “first wave of a tsunami.”
yeah agree
Lou is a most agreeable rogue… minimal artifice and only as much deception as is efficient to the process
The word “sit” is one of those marvellous words that doesn’t require bookends to support its position. As always, a treat to read.
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yeah… (still working on the show-don’t-tell thing)
You know this setting so well, and a good thing, as your characters fit it so well. As groovy as the featured music.
love the song… and, yeah the Six Sentence Café & Bistro is pretty available… anytime you’d like to visit lets us know, be happy to set it up
Much appreciated.
you’re welcome
Sit is a word that stands alone with great effect, as was just demonstrated.
Ah yes, we’re always listening to those people – that’s me (the Raconteuse) and the Bartender: mais oui!!