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 our tale involving: Sister Aclima Rosetta Storme Ian Devereaux Lou Caesare Anya Clarieaux
Prompt word:
OPTION
Ignoring the strident buzzing of her phone, Sister Aclima turned on Brother Lymphocytus, “I need to get to Chicago by tomorrow,” her erstwhile guide looked down at his own phone and, with a condescending smile announced, “The Order has a G400 that should be available;” at that precise moment the ringing of her own phone stopped and was replaced by the voice of Anya Clarieaux, “I have a G650 waiting on the runway at Teterboro Airport, if your little rent-a-leprechaun can drive you the twelve miles to my plane, you can be here in Chicago by dinner; I suggest you take option two.”
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“Rosetta, according to our car’s navigation system, we can be in Chicago in seven hours,” the Sophomore was taking his turn at the wheel to allow the young woman to recover from her recent time travel adventure; “Don’t worry about speeding tickets, being delayed by zealous state and local police is not an option as my company has a contract with the highway patrol in both Ohio and Illinois,” Anya Clarieaux’s voice filled the car yet was as gentle as the complimentary cashmere car blanket underneath which Rosetta Storme slept.
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“Ian, dear, all your options on this matter did what the math geeks on my payroll refer to as a Collatz conjecture which, applied to your situation, comes out as a solid one, aka me,” Ian Devereaux was not surprised to hear Anya Clarieaux’s voice on his phone as he escalated down to ground level where his car was idling at curbside in front of O’Hare International Terminal.
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“Good afternoon Miz Tierney, this is Anya Clarieaux, would you do a sista a favor and put Lou on the phone… if it helps, tell him it’s ‘that psycho-bitch in Chicago”… the background noise from the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge was a testosterone and alcohol medley combining the glissando of the bartender serving drinks and the stripper dancing to music in the key of Onan; somewhere in the foreground a man’s voice growled at a volume suitable at a wake, ‘Quiet’ … and silence reigned as the phone was passed,
“Hey, Annie how the fuck are ya?”
Anya laughed, “I am fine, thank you and how the fuck are you…wait, before you answer, this is simply a professional courtesy between criminal masterminds: your niece Rosetta is fine, due in Chicago later tonight and, for the record under my protection while she’s in my city, no exceptions.”
The silence was broken by Lou, “Hey, thanks, I owe you one;”
Anya replied, “No Problem, as the kids say and if you tell anyone about this…courtesy, you will be shown how on-the-money your initial characterization of me as a ‘psycho-bitch’ was, capisce…
Lou’s crocodile laughter concluded the call.
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Read like a damned fun write! Enjoyable Six with all our favorite characters in attendance. Every single one of them, with the exception of Lou, should be more than frightened of Ms. Clarieaux, lol
Looking forward to their meeting with Anya.
thanks!
(I thought that Miz Clarieaux was being rather sensitive to the plight of our three Adventurers
Cool Ian can afford to let his car idle at curb side. The private eye who abides his time stays one step ahead.
the fun of fiction, no? (Insider Information: Ian has had interaction with Miz Clarieaux in previous WIPs he knows when to push and when to be laid back
Good one! I loved the terms “psycho-bitch” and “crocodile laughter.”
Made me think of an orange haired psycho let loose on this planet.
thanks! Reena
I’ve always liked the crocodile laughter description when talking about Lou
So many options- I think I might have gone for the silence of a short commercial flight- as I am sure mayhem is gearing up at the other end of this little journey….
damn! Prompt word in Comment!
(see video below)
Most interesting… dinner in Chicago, most pleasing.
hopefully!
Submitted a Six Sentence Café Six that continues off your excellent story(-ette)
I love how Anya is getting them all to Chicago.
You know about the Collatz conjecture? I’ve spent months trying to solve that years ago. Every proof I came up with (or others came up with) kept assuming precisely what had to be derived without realizing it.
I am glad to hear that Anya has contracts with the Highway Patrol in Illinois and Ohio. They will only have to be careful in Indiana.
I’m a clark! (we know stuff that has no place or justification in our heads other than, in this case, I thought, “What’s a cool word or thing to imply diminishing possibilities one of the returns (on DuckDuckGo) was the Collatz conjectures so… ‘know about?’ maybe(ish) ‘know of’ getting warm
hey speaking of the Doctrine, your comment made me think of my wife (lol no! wait!). she is a Director of an environment lab, so chemist by training. She is a roger. She ‘gets’ the Wakefield Doctrine so she has a (very) significant secondary clarklike aspect. (If she did not, then not only would she not ‘get the Doctrine’ but would always look for ways it was wrong or, if out among friends, ways to make fun of it.)
repeating that no one can get it wrong with the Wakefield Doctrine but I suspect I haven’t spent enough time on the degree to which secondary aspects can inform our lives (still, without replacing our predominant worldview
also, thanks for generating this conversation… it is often easy (for me) to make fun of ‘the other two’ Nothing could be further from the truth. There are no bad predominant worldviews. All three combined represent a well-balanced human… a goal of mine is to develop my scottian and rogerian aspects in a dynamic balance. so… take this for what you will, but again I appreciate the feedback
Oo I think this was as fun to write as it was to read. I wonder what will happen once they reach Chicago.
it was
so do I!
lol
the fun of seat-of-the-pants writing
An absolute joy to read!
Thanks, Misky
If I may state the silly and obvious about the Collatz conjecture, of course it always ends at 1 because once you get down to 1, you can’t divide any more and still have a whole number. Funny how that works ever time.
I just hope Anya is, shall we say, as gentle with all of them when they arrive as she can be.
Dude! Thank you for illustrating some of the good things about secondary (or tertiary) aspects that involve (a) Herd!
Don’t Tell Anyone! I seem to have a problem with creating truly evil characters (aka no redeeming values)
i got hung up on the rent a leprechaun .. it’s such a simple expression but hilarious… the smallest of details the bar background strippers, music and men… couldn’t get more descriptive than that… the camaraderie between your characters keeps up with the face pace of conversation… heck yeah why take a cab when you can take my plane and a driver who will safely get you there has a cashmere blankey for warmth… great 6S story… can’t wait to see what happens in chicago… what happens in chicago stays in chicago….
lol
(that was a challenge when writing the character… short in stature, Irish brogue hints of druid mysticism (the usual attributes of a supporting character aka foil) so I enjoyed the phrase)
thanks the characters that I have to actually write for (Rosetta, Sister Aclima) are fun, the others (Lou, Anya, Ian) they kinda write themselves. ya know?