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.
Previously in out current tale…
Prompt word:
SIGNAL
“Gotta say, there’s something not right…”
Lou Caesare was not a man given to public displays of emotion, however, in his professional life there were exceptions; for example: after concluding a traditional Ben Franklin Close following a formal presentation to a recalcitrant competitor, nearby tables would be at risk of inversion, chairs and other random furniture might be employed to increase the airflow of the room.
“My great-aunt Rosa, may she rest in peace, a devout Catholic all her life, could lay a novena on ya like breakin’ sticks. Not that there weren’t stories about her knowing things that hadn’t, technically, occurred yet, but not for nothin’, it was from her and not the nuns or even the pastor doin’ their best to show me the path that I got most of my business… acumen,” Lou smiled around the word.
On the stool to Lou’s right, Hazel Grover, in a stunning example of ‘signal-over-message’, smiled at the tall, thin man who was standing next to a woman seated at the waitress station end of the bar; just past them was an opening with an arrow to the left labeled Men/Women/Human, to the right a sign saying ‘This Way to the Manager’s office’, unfortunately the lighting seemed consciously unreliable, enough illumination to allow the door to be seen, but not enough to guarantee safe passage.
The tall, thin man had, upon entering the Café, removed a dark blue watch cap and was now handing it to the woman; this gesture possessed a degree of formality the hat’s casual style served to accentuate; for her part, the woman, wearing a pair of Balenciaga sneakers and a Mikimoto matinee necklace, turned and nodded to Lou.
“…back ‘atcha, ma traiteuse,” smiling his acknowledgment, the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge stood and walked to the exit, his resolve renewed.
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Increase the airflow…. Hahah.
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Nice description from Lou of his great-aunt Rosa especially “her knowing things that hadn’t, technically, occurred yet”. I wonder what kind of things Rosa actually knew.
now that’s a thought (actually I tend to think of it as fictional perspective)… imo not such a stretch that she inherited her great-(whatever the up generation designation is) Rosa’s gift. But as we know from human mistory, such gifts usually come with a price
It’s always an adventure having Lou around.
this is true*
*now I’m thinking, ‘clark, dude! you’re relying on the internet for translations… given how increasingly unreliable that is, that ma traiteuse (to borrow from Princess Bride, might not mean what I think it means). going for an affectionate acknowledgment of a woman of certain years having a gift (sorta like Great-aunt Rosa)
What an excellent episode… and a little nod at that bar. Nice sneakers by the way, someone grinned.
lol
Don’t tell anyone, but my working vocabulary of women’s clothing and fashion is woefully sparse… now shoes (for women, how complicated can that be?? lol): sneakers, running shoes, stilettos that’s comprehensive…right?
It might be an idea to carry a torch incase you need to pop to one of those rooms!
one of my favorite parts of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
Well, I don’t mind if I do (elaborate): at the far end of the bar there’s an open area (left restrooms, right Manager’s Office) the thing about the hallway to the Manager’s Office is the light is chronically (and Chronically) unreliable. And it’s not merely light bulbs failing or wiring being intermittently efficient. The Manager’s Office is on the left side of the hallway and it is at the terminator between ‘oh, I can see the people having fun in the well-lit Café’ healthy and the ‘oh, hell no! not even Keith’s torch is gonna get me to walk past the Office and into the real darkness)
I trust that helps lol
and btw, thanks for (the) suggestion of a music vid for the TToT bloghop this weekend!
Always love spending time with Lou.
Thank you
Damn if this wasn’t a fun and well written Six. Not even. More like watching the most recent episode of SSC&B, the series. Opening made me laugh. How is it we love the bad guy so much, lol
How is it that I have a highly refined image of Lou in my head? How? Because the descriptions are so perfectly incomplete as to allow the reader to process the image for themselves. Now, that’s good writing.
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Lou is one of the characters most likely to succeed when I don’t try ‘to write him’… you know how, some characters are simply higher contrast reflections on the cave wall than others