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:
TRICK
Eibingen, Germany:
“Mother Superior, Sister Aclima is in New York City, on her way to the Metropolitan Museum of Art rather than checking in at the Order’s hotel,” the woman behind the desk nodded acknowledgement, her expression a slow-dance between surprise and resignation; a flick of the fingers on her left hand served as dismissal to the young admin who did a poor job of disguising her excitement to be in possession of such scandalous news, the Order of Lilith’s Eibingen Abbey was not exactly the most wired-in convent in Europe.
Manhattan, New York:
Sister Aclima stared out the half-tinted window of the Yellow Cab as the scene changed from the suburban sprawl of Long Island to the concrete ecosystem of the City; the denser the development the more she felt like a 21st Century Gulliver, cast ashore in increasingly strange lands; as the cab approached Central Park, she felt a kinship with Jonathon Swift as out her cab window the sublime danced with the ridiculous; excitement turning a trick with a carefully conceived plan to change the world.
Medium-Sized City in the US Northeast:
Lou Caesare sat at the far end of the row of red leather booths that looked out over Weybossett Street; he scowled through the cloud of cigar smoke that gathered like thunderheads which had the effect of causing the volume of conversation in the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge to drop precipitously, a truly impressive manifestation of emotional micro-entrainment in a public setting.
Chicago, Illinois
Anya Clarieaux rose from her desk in an unmarked office on the 42nd floor of the OmniCorp Building and walked towards the wall of glass, drawn to the vast expanse of Lake Michigan which appeared as still and blue as the oceans on an elementary school globe; turning to stare at a group of CCTV displays on an interior wall, each labeled in local time, she smiled.
Miami, Florida:
Cyrus St. Loreto walked the length of the window wall that overlooked Biscayne Bay and the Atlantic Ocean, a miracle of light control technology, besides shading the interior of the Bernbau Company’s boardroom, an impressive synthesis of material science and digital illumination systems cast what might best be called a custom, localized shadow wherever the owner of the Company happened to be; when he moved, the shade followed…perfectly; from overhead a voice, “Mr. St. Loreto, the nun has landed…” Cyrus, bathed in semi-darkness, smiled.
Oxford, England (1875):
“Professor Egmont, the Council has voted, you are relieved of both your duties and responsibilities as Chair of the Department of Physics; the mechanism you created is now the property of the University; for the record I see nothing in these proceedings to warrant a smile.”
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What a great scene set you did for each of these characters. I am anxious to see them converge- well except for Prof. Egmont of course. Poor man. I hate it that so many discoveries are stolen from their hard-working inventors and so many squashed in favor of greed.
thanks, V
it helped to write this as my serial Six (which started with two storylines) progresses… plus I got to add one of my favorite ‘bad guys’ Cyrus St. Loreto
All those interesting places and people. I need to keep up with all of those!
me too!
lol See my Reply to Violet… how do you do it? (your having multiple storylines and characters of such variety!)
I wonder what Professor Egmont invented.
That must have been a great view: “the vast expanse of Lake Michigan which appeared as still and blue as the oceans on an elementary school globe”
In my story(s) Anya’s office is in what locals call ‘the Big Red’… literally a red 42 story skyscraper at 333 Wabash Ave in Chicago
(half the fun for me in writing stories is to search for and borrow cool things from real life
A view around the corner and around the world, and everyone probably thinking s/he knows exactly what’s up and what will happen, I wonder if any of them really do.
jeez I hope somebody does, I surely don’t!
lol
join of seat-of-pants approach to writing fiction
Excellent trailers. Meet-up between Cyrus and Sister Aclima?! Holy you know what, lol. Looking forward to the next installment of…
not sure yet
I was smiling to until I found myself in Oxford.
lol
Oh all these pour souls who think they are in sole possession of their manifested destiny. Pffft. They don’t know what’s coming. I don’t know what’s coming. And apparently you’ve just admitted the same. (laughing)
mums the word!
lol
Remember the Writer’s Code! (“What no, work hard on these stories. I guess I’ve always been able to… everyone says that too!”)
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