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:
VOW
It’s been said that all Great Romances, (and not a few tales of Reluctant Redemption), begin with a seemingly intractable conflict between two people.
While at least one of our two may be suspected of not being a normal person, (by virtue of culture, genetics or personal history), we would do well to keep in mind the legal concept of ‘jointly and severally’. Both are bound by a vow, to whoever (or whatever), and as a result have come to be where they are now.
Sister Aclima, member of the Order of Lilith, sat at one of the small number of tables arrayed under a claret awning along the E 82nd St sidewalk abutting Nectar, a Manhattan café and thought, “What in the Goddess’ name have I gotten myself into?”
Brother Seamus Lymphocytus, wearing clothing that, by standards of current fashion, would not be inappropriate most places, with the exception of: a surgical theatre, a court of law or the clean room in a microprocessor assembly line, mused, “The things I do to pay down the debt of my people.”
As impromptu angelus, a voice, “Are you two ready to order?”
About clarkscottroger
I found Nectar Cafe on Google Maps and used street view to look around. It is right where you said it should be. Nicely described. I can see that waiter (in my imagination, not on the map) coming to their table ready to take their order.
that (finding story locations in the ‘real’ world) is half the fun of writing for me…not sure why but I’ve spent hours going up and down streets in all sorts of places
A fine example of binding a reader’s imagination to a location through words.
thankee