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:
SACK
God, I hated being stared at; one of the primary reasons I quit law school was my innate aversion to scrutiny, especially hostile scrutiny…like there was any other kind.
As I walked past the long bar on the right wall of the Café, I knew there were people sitting at the bar; for some reason I couldn’t quite see them, two women and two men but that’s all the detail I got which was odd, given that there was enough light to see their silhouettes but not enough for any detail, being late I simply nodded in their direction and walked out into the main area of the Bistro.
I figured there were 69 tables in the main section, the only one occupied had a single circle of light illuminating the three people sitting at it’s cardinal points, leaving one seat empty… I did say I abhorred being the focus of… yeah, guess I did.
As I stepped out of the penumbra, the young woman, Rosetta Storme, was saying, “I’m telling you, you’ve nothing to worry about; I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”
Words rending the cloud of cigar smoke, an outbound ship cutting through a fog bank, “You’re family, so I know that; but you’re also blood, I’ll do what I will to protect you.”
Like one of those Boy Scout merit badge compasses, the attention of all three people rotated silently, “Devereaux, it’s about time you got here, it wouldn’t do for me to have to sack my pet detective before we even started on this fuckin adventure,” Lou smiled his crocodile smile and the world waited for his laughter to decide my fate.
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An excellent episode… and next week?
yeah… the tricky part
(writer discussion disguised as Reply to Comment: how to transition to action on the part of the 4 MC while providing a sense of where this is all going? Better to have further exposition on the Order of Lilith or have one of the MCs (probably Rosetta) get impatient and declare her desire to get this thing going… your thoughts?)
great scene….looking forward t the next one
us too!
lol the excitement/terror of ‘seat-of-the-pants’ fiction writing
I like how Lou said “I’ll do what I will to protect you” rather than “I’ll do what I can”.
thx
Lou would make a great “character” from New Orleans, which is full of such characters.
yeah, I can see that… dark(ish) interior settings and locales… charming but thoroughly compromised supporting characters…
alas, having never been there I lack the sense of geography (both physical as commercial) but, yeah, in spirit
I get the visual of Lou rising from a sea of cigar smoke like…- oh that’s right. He doesn’t want to be the center of attention…. excellent episode.
lol ikr?
as I’ve gone on record before, Lou is one of those characters that many of us are gifted by the Muse with… a character that writes itself
Have I mentioned how much I love your metaphors/images? I really, really do; they bring me right there!
thank you, Liz that means a great deal to me
Another great chapter, I felt I was there, looking on.
thanks, Keith
Ian doesn’t take any run of the mill cases, does he?
Hope Lou stays out of his way.
yeah, right
That last paragraph is magic. It has compass-precision motion, intent, unspoken disregard for authority (Ian’s late in Lou’s opinion — it says everything about Ian because fear would’ve had him there 20-minutes early), and an inferred tobacco-stained toothy sepia-smile that’s every inch (or millimetre) a threat.
Excellent Six
thank you. Miz Key