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:
THUNDER
“You all believe you have a good reason for coming to Chicago,” Anya Clarieaux walked around the table as she spoke, a pre-Copernican Sun lighting a flat Earth; “rather than me, your Host, state the actual reason you’re here, I thought I’d ask one of your fellow travelers to set the record straight; Ian would you care to help your little friends adjust perspective on their adventure?”
Shit! Getting between this woman and anything she had an interest in is, at best, a very high-risk proposition; as if I needed it, at that moment the Chicago skyline was washed out by a flash of lightning, “No, please, you have so much more of a grasp on this particular narrative; btw, love the dress, Alice+Olivia, am I right?”
Turning in my chair I could see Anya’s pupils dilate to a degree that would make most nocturnal predators green with envy, fortunately, the thunder, left behind by the blinding flash of lightning, hit the building with such force it created tiny, transparent tsunamis in my water glass.
“Ian, dear, surely you haven’t forgotten how not good an idea it is to refuse a request,” the silence at the table, magnified by the recent roll of thunder intensified, “but that’s for you and I to discuss at a later time,” Anya laughed like a high school girl hearing her date for the Junior prom promise her the world.
“Sister Aclima, we’ll start with you; your Order of Lilith was instrumental in the recovery of the last component needed to complete Professor Egmont’s machine nearly a hundred and fifty years ago; please check your phone, read the email labeled Brașov,” now adopting the tone of a high school teacher on a field trip to the Smithsonian, “Rosetta, you and your friend will get the link as well as Ian here; Darby, you’ll just have to read over Sister Aclima’s shoulder.”
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Scene set perfectly – right down to “…it created tiny, transparent tsunamis in my water glass”.
Not even sure I’d want to be that fly on the wall. Anya is that…. well, that. I do not envy Ian being her center of attention.
Thanks for the link to the Order of Lilith installment. Enjoyed rereading it.
thanks
That Anya Clarieaux is nasty. It looks like Sister Aclima found what was needed to get the time machine working. Looking forward to see what Anya plans to do with it.
well, the Mother Shader, back in the 1880s had the unenviable task of meeting a certain Count St. Loreto. Keep his name in mind as next week, Anya tells Rosetta the connection (somewhat indirect) with the Time Mechanism
Ian! You complemented Anya on her dress? 😂😂
the guy’s got some moves
When the complimentary offer to proceed ahead of you was refused- I got the feeling the tsunami was about to come up out of the glass…. uh oh..
yeah, not usually a good idea to deny Miz Clarieaux
Can I see this too? I just happened to walk past another table you see…
totally (the link on their phones is to Chapter 25 in the serial Six ‘The Order of Lilith’
You sure have an excellent grasp of the narrative 👏👏
thanks, R.
Don’t tell anyone, but there are certain characters (in these pages) that, as they say, ‘Write themselves’.
Hint: Anya is one them.
(jess writing it as I hear/see it in my head)
I hope Ian survives the night! He’s certainly bold.
he has had dealings with Miz Clarieaux in the past survived, so there’s that
Anya may seem like someone you don’t wanna be around but I personally think she is one darn interesting of a character.
ikr?
wait.. hey, Reelika
we were saying to Reena, just a Reply or two ago, how some characters, well all they really need is, like, a stenographer. Anya has been like that since she first showed up in ‘the Case of the Missing Starr’ (a WIP from, like early teens (century, not age)) lol
so, I thought I’d link a chapter (to the story) that is full-on Anya Clarieaux (plus a bit of character bio): Anya on the phone.
Best to not get on her bad side, clearly.
this is a reasonable assumption