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.
With Serial Sixes, you’d expect to see the link to the preceding installment here. While still a part of the ongoing Serial Six we offer a link to the end of a previous story, (the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf)…because it takes place in the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
Prompt word:
PEG
[Eibigen Abby Rüdesheim am Rhein, Germany]“Mother Superior.”
“Sister Aclima.”
“Why am I here, has my service in the Whitechapel mission been unsatisfactory to the Order?”
“Quite to the contrary, your work, noted by those whose mission is to keep track of our ranks, has been exemplary, so much so…”
“That is not what I asked,” the younger woman’s eyes, the green of a primordial forest, flashed with a feral spark made more stunning by the glitter of amber encircling her waist which, while insisting they served as a rosary, anyone among Nature’s predators recognized as a weapon most formidable.
“The criteria includes talents that are, shall we say, at odds with the contemplative life,” the older woman’s smile was one that a certain American club owner would recognize in an instant: ferocity.
“Even without the computer analysis pegging you as possessing qualities that might be at odds with ladling soup to London’s poor, I would not be behind this desk if I had not known that the moment you entered my office.”
About clarkscottroger
Interesting place, isn’t it. I would like to look out to see the vines down there, since there is some rather nice German brandy available – Asbach Uralt.
lol imagine a world road trip visiting all the places we’ve all written into our Sixes and other stories!
Sounds like Sister Aclima is not easily swayed….
she should be interesting
I like that mysterious amber rosary around her waist which Nature’s predators recognize as formidable.
speaking as a parochial school veteran, it does not pat to under-estimate the sisters of any Order
Now that, Clark, is an exemplary example of two story lines meeting. So much for Kipling’s “East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet.”
thank you, Miss Key!
Amber beads about her waist? Wonder who’s the unlucky person the Mother Superior is going to sic her on.
D’you think that amber rosary could be altered into holy nunchucks? To each their own in service to a higher power…