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, 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:
GESTURE
The Six Sentence Café & Bistro is located on the ground floor of a long-abandoned mill that missed the high-ceiling’d/exposed beam condo conversion fad, by this much; the building’s walls are granite and the neighborhood, a neglected monument to functional obsolescence. A sufficiently desperate (or inspired) person can find the SSC&B on the left side of a lane that has splintered from a secondary street, itself birthed by an orphaned avenue still longing for the pulse of life of the progenitor boulevard in a mid-sized city.e
The Six Sentence Café & Bistro, sometimes likened to, ‘a reality-withdrawal patch for those hoping to take the edge off terminal disillusionment with the pimp-promise of capitalism’, is found where(ever) it is needed.
Shaking hands with the tall, thin man, the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge nodded to the Bartender and Chris and continued along the bar that ran down the right side of the club. Stopping at the far end where a woman sat alone, replete in understated Christian Louboutin sneakers and Vera Wang smock, Lou Caesare put both hands on the seat-back of a barstool three-removed, as a gesture of respect.
“My offer stands, mémère, come to my city; Diane’s been on my back about up-classing our clientele, maybe even a whole new venue; this may be New England, but I know if I give you the setup to offer genuine Cajun cuisine, the local goombahs will totally be lined up around the block.”
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Cher ami, this lady is getting too old to be on her feet as a chef all day — how about I train you a couple of chefs (you send them to me and I’ll teach them).
lol understood…
Oh yes, a new venue and right down there. We would like to go there for a couple of days (and nights)… we said.
alas, the plans are on hold as the search for a chef continues
I am so glad I do not know what a Christian Louboutin sneaker or a Vera Wang smock is if I saw one. So, Diane wants to serve genuine Cajun cuisine now. It sounds like Lou might be changing his business ventures.
sorry, those are the only two women’s fashion designers that come to mind when I’m trying sound like I know about such matters (Christian Louboutin gets credit for a fundamentally cool idea… those shoes you see in movies that have red/scarlet/whatever color soles? thats my boy Christian… Vera, I pulled from a google search… I really should learn about the fashion world, but probably not
‘a reality-withdrawal patch for those hoping to take the edge off terminal disillusionment with the pimp-promise of capitalism’, – I wanna go! but could you hold the capitalism? Oh- and I do not know how much I would influence the desire to up-class the clientele… hehehe
hehehe, indeed!
thanks V (should I’ve a found an emoji of an anarchiset holding one of the those bowling ball bombs with the sparking fuse lol)