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:
HELP
“Don’t know if this helps any of you, but I’ve had a number of dealings with Anya Clarieaux and, well, I’m still alive,” I left it at that, figuring any laughter or lighten-up humor would not go over well.
To no one’s surprise, Lou’s niece, Rosetta Storme piped up, “Big fuckin’ deal, Sherlock, that does exactly what to help me or the nun get through this increasingly Victorian sci-fi caper we’re some how caught up in?”
“Or me,” from the sound of it, the male voice was somewhere close to Rosetta.
The extraordinary fidelity of the three-way phone connection was to be expected whenever Anya and the Omni Corporation were involved, even for Sister Aclima, walking down a pedestrian-dense Manhattan sidewalk.
“I haven’t forgotten London, Mr. Devereux,” Sister Aclima’s words were that of professionals trading shoptalk over drinks at the Tavern on the Green, her tone was black-site rendition Twenty Questions.
“Hey, I just texted my uncle and he said to tell you he was at that Café place to meet his favorite author…. la Raconteuse somebody;” I was about to ask Rosetta to assure my admin, Hazel, that I was fine and on schedule, when Anya’s voice cut through it all,
“Cool your jets, children; you’re involved in something for more dangerous and consequential than personal grudges.”
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Good point. Personal grudges are no match for the truly dangerous and consequential.
if only (speaking for myself only, that is one of those challenges that have lasted a lifetime)
Yes, a time mechanism would be more consequential and important, especially keeping it from wreaking havoc.
Darn that Doctor Egmont!
Nice to see Lou again, always… interesting. I think that’s the word?
Meanwhile, thinking about Chicago… that city and the band (smiling).
Lou is one of my favorite characters (and easiest to ‘write for’)
It’s like a Zoom call where everyone has the microphone! 😂
I love when people who have personal grudges actually have to work together to solve something in a story or a movie .
Such an interesting plot you have for going on.
and the thing is, as is often the case with ‘personal grudges’ for each, at it’s heart, their issue have nothing to do with the other person (Rosetta or the Sophomore, Sister Aclima or Ian Devereaux) as it is simply projecting the subjective out onto the world.
If I was part of that conference call with Anya, I think I’d stop using phones altogether!
The tension is palpable. Don’t want to jinx anything but… something bad’s gonna happen, isn’t it?!?
god! I certainly hope so!
It’s all going too well, somethings gotta give…
yeah, probably, its more now a question of one car or massive multi-car collision on the motorway.
Rosetta, never at a loss for words. I enjoyed this parade of characters. (whose roads seem always to lead to that Cafe place)
as the First Pilgrims* might say, ‘Twas ever thus’
*story has it that the New Arrivals, being bored outa their skulls by glory of their New Life in the New(ish) World, tried to follow the cooler members of their host the Wampanoag Tribe, but were given the slip. they wouldn’t have gotten beyond the guy at the door, in any event.
Always enjoy Anya’s impact, especially before she arrives.
Does a cardboard box hold the key?