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…

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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