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:
YIELD
“Bottom line? These people are no danger to you, unless they believe you constitute a threat to their mission,” Ian Devereaux, standing to Lou Caesare’s left, leaned into the pool of colorless light, adding a fourth shadow serrating the edges of the round table.
“Well, that certainly fuckin’ narrows it down; pretty much applies to anyone from the Sisters of Mercy at my elementary school to those Proprietor-people over at the bar there,” Rosetta Storme gave credence to the belief that blood is thicker than water.
“I yield the floor, but for the record, of the people present in this joint tonight, I’m the only one who has been in the heart of darkness, aka Abby of Eibigen and walked away under his own power,” the detective stressed the final phrase clearly for dramatic effect and it would’ve been much more impressive had not a voice from the bar offered:
“Don’t forget that Stacy girl, she not only got out, but she showed up here afterwards, as low-key as Aunt Edna and Uncle Frank with a bunch of Kodak slides and a Tee shirt with ‘Death to Patriarchy’ on the front,” there were murmurs of agreement, amusement and approval from the aurora borealis swirl of color shoaling around the Café’s bar.
“So, boss, with my all-too intimate experience with the Band of Nuns, I seriously doubt your business interests impinge on the agenda of the Order and so, as long as your niece does nothing to,” Ian glanced towards the bar and continued, “create even the hint of threat for the Order of Lilith, life should go on, and I say that with the utmost respect.”
A silence descended on the interior of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro, until the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge said, “Fuckin’ Devereaux, I swear if your brain doesn’t get you killed, your taste in companions will,” the laughter that followed provided a measure of privacy for each in attendance to consider the implications.
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I’m the only one who has been in the heart of darkness,
This is evocative for me.
cool
I love the visual on, ‘serrating the edges on the table’. Sounds like they are really getting down to the nitty gritty,
ty, V
Hmm, that was more than interesting. It seems that certain people now know what’s going on by the bar.
lol ikr, what the hell?!!
Nice one from Lou: “I swear if your brain doesn’t get you killed, your taste in companions will,””
thanks, Frank
I think a can of worms has just been opened…
lol this would appear to be an accurate assessment, plotistically-speaking
(big grin: plotistically)
I am sure Lou knows all about how your taste in companions can get you into serious trouble.
lol. yes ma’am!
I can feel the tension rising!
Couldn’t help overhearing from the table in the shadows….
I wonder if Lou really knows everything about Rosetta.
Sentence 4 was enjoyable.