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:
CROSS
The Sophomore, pressed back into the decadently soft leather upholstery as the black Maybach launched itself away from the Café, laughed, “Well at least Newton’s 2nd Law hasn’t been over-ridden by stealth nuns from Bavaria or hot-sounding women in red skyscrapers in Chicago.”
Rosetta Storme, Benson & Hedges 100 bobbing between her lips, every bit the lascivious concert master, frowned with impatience as Rue DeNite tried to light it; Rocco brought the sedan to a sudden stop to avoid hitting a dark-haired woman in a black Malini Handloom suit standing in the cross walk in front of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro; Rocco lowered his window to let out a smile, “If you’re standing in front of it, you know what kinda place this is, not for nothin’ but the entire staff might still be in a meeting, feel free to make yourself at home and if anyone asks, tell them you are a guest of Lou Caesare.”
The car resumed it’s trajectory down the lane, (which merged into an un-named street, followed by a turn onto an avenue and ultimately a crowded boulevard); Rosetta mimed deafness and both Rue and Rocco put on their isolation headphones.
Exhaling a menthol-fresh, laminar flow of tobacco smoke, the niece of Lou Caesare, in a spot-on application of Ernst Haeckel’s observation that ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny, at least the social context of a clueless college student and a fairly pissed-off young woman, her first words ripping through the cloud of nicotine and annoyance,
“First, that’s Newton’s First Law, not the 2nd.”
Pulling the girl to his shoulder, the Sophomore laughed, “Jeez, lighten up, I never said I was a physics major.”
Pulling back from the embrace, Rosetta continued, “And second, and this is the part where your even hinting at this being funny will create a future as devoid of the chance of any form of intercourse, as Neil Armstrong’s first stroll on the Moon, “Your name is Ethan?”
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Don’t mess with a lady, Bub! 🤨🤭
tru dat
Rosetta makes me grin…
yeah, she’s a lot of fun to write*
*though not yet there, she is approaching independent character status of her uncle Lou and Anya Clarieaux (for whom, I’m more stenographer than author)
Tread softly. Just a suggestion.
and a good one at that!
Ya know, I just can’t warm up to Rosetta, lol.
Anya, naturally, is sparing no expense on Rosetta and Ethan’s ride. She spins an enticing web.
Two new words for me: ‘ontogeny’ and ‘phylogeny’. I looked them up, but no wiser. I dropped biology as soon as I could! Still, let me enjoy ‘Walking on the Moon’ – much safer ground, if you know what I mean.😉
not for nothin’ while it’s a cool saying, I have it is my head only because of one of my favorite scifi writers, Alfred Bester. He used this phrase in a novel, ‘The Computer Connection’
stuck with me since I read it when it was published…in 1976. ayiieee
You did a good job of describing what the characters are wearing 😀.
I love the last line.
thank you Reena
I see that Rosetta doesn’t even know what the Sophomore’s real name is.
All those references to Newton’s laws has got me wondering just what they were. I do remember the phrase “ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny”. I must have thought I knew what it meant long, long ago..
Nice description of Rue DeNite trying to light Rosetta Storme’s cigarette. That dark-haired lady that Rocco almost hit sounds like a new character coming on the scene.
that part (the Newton’s Laws) was part of a challenge to myself to write a ‘joke’ or humorous interaction ‘tween the Sophomore (Ethan) and Rosetta