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:
FLOAT
The Six Sentence Café & Bistro never really closes, it is always: open-for-business/ full-service menu/free-live-entertainment available, for anyone possessed of the desire to find it and, upon arrival, the Will to walk through its doors.
As with Nature herself, there are intermittent periods of quiet, as when Hazel Grover braced the tall, thin man for information relating to her employer, Ian Devereaux, being sent to Chicago by Lou Caesare, specifically any danger inherent in his path but not necessarily obvious, think Titanic and a football field-sized iceberg floating in the North Atlantic, if a person knew it was there, there’s a reasonable expectation that lives might have been spared.
“I’m here because I suspect you’re privy to information about the artifact everyone is so eager to get their hands on,” Hazel leaned across the round table, the un-lit cigarette tremulously balanced on her lips, a tool the manufacturers of laser pointers would kill to own the rights to, “So tell me something you know that I should.”
The tall, thin man sat back in his chair, “What direct and forthright question, but with all due respect,” leaning over the table, the Proprietor flicked the flint wheel of his lighter, the flare of yellow-blue light, like a slow-motion flashbulb obscured the features of his face while simultaneously creating a fading afterimage, ” I must caution patience with my answer.”
Saying that Hazel squirmed in her seat would not do justice to both the verb and the noun, the only valid assessment of the woman’s response to her host would be to say, he paused, quite unintentionally.
Genesis tells us that the Creator gave Adam and Eve dominion over all the Earth and all it’s creatures, if I may quote, “…that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,” will suffice it to say, there are forms of life that,” this pause was more of a person enjoying a private joke, “do not conform to Divine edict; your employer would do well to keep that in mind as he travels to Chicago.”
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Nice description of Hazel demanding information from the Proprietor who does seem to know what she wants to know. I also like the ominous ending that Ian is up against life forms that “do not conform to Divine edict” for man to have dominion over.
yeah, there’s some bad doin’s in the Windy City
I believe after this conversation, the tall, thin man’s responses to Hazel will serve only to increase her well contained concern. All I can say, is I wouldn’t want to be Ian!
should be interesting
As some legendary figure once said, “the devil is in the detail,” although the hinge could easily be “God is in the detail.” Keep your head down, Ian.
yeah, an equal inference aphorism
interesting…I’m think I’m beginning to see what’s going on here. looking forward to your next chapter.
thanks!
being a serial format, I have the links in each installment/chapter to provide easy access to backstory, and lend a sense of continuity to the events each week
So then, what you are saying is- Chicago is a whole different animal…
in a sense… it is the home base of one Anya Clarieaux who is a most formidable of antagonists as we’ll see when out characters converge in the Windy City
I am certainly pleased to go to Chicago. What a fine place I believe it is.
me too (I have never been but I spent a lot of google-time there when I wrote ‘Blog Dominion’ and ‘the Case of the Missing Starr’
Some creatures are more feral than others, I would imagine.
totally agree
Fine warning, lest we become complacent in assuming all is safe & that we all use the same playbook.
this is very true