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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- “a Six Sentence Café & Bistro Six …cont’d”

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:

PINCH

La Raconteuse! What a pleasant sur… wait, are you limping?”

The tall, thin man had just placed a tray holding a sterling silver coffee carafe, several china mugs and assorted sugars and creme on a folding tray stand next to one of the double-sized round tables halfway between the bar and the bandstand; looking around the Bistro for his guest, Lou, who at the moment was standing next to the writer his right forearm horizontal and level; the polite solicitousness of his offer of support was in contrast to the expression on his face.

“Two questions: if your foot is the result of someone making a bad decision regarding your ability to walk, just say the word; if, however, if this a legitimate case of natural causes, I got a guy; one of the top orthodontal surgeons in the area until he developed something of a jones for slow horses and fast women, if you get my drift, but not for nothin’ I had a bad pinched nerve and this guy, with a single touch and a twist, pain gone,”  Lou pulled out a chair for the red-headed writer at the table.

Returning to the table with a tray of desserts, the tall, thin man looked towards the hallway that led to the Manager’s office and smiled, “Mr. Frank, if you please!”

Turning to Lou, he continued, “I don’t believe you two have met, Lou, this is Frank; Frank, this is Lou Caesare owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge and a friend of the SSC&B;” Lou, already standing extended a hand that looked like a catcher’s mitt with a diamond pinky ring, nodded, “Pleased to meet’cha, Frank, on yer way over here, what say you drop a quarter in the jukebox and you can tell us about your invisible fren’?”

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Well, what exactly do you want to know? Whether I am a clark or a scott or roger? If you have to ask, then you need to keep reading the Posts for two reasons: a)to get a clear enough understanding to be able to make the determination of which type I am and 2) to realize that by definition I am all three.* *which is true for you as well, all three...but mostly one

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  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    Thank you for the introduction to Lou! That gives me material for next week’s tale.

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      ur welcome glad that everyone will be there (I trust the Aurelia will make it back to the Bistro)

  2. Oo. Hopefully Frank will spill the beans about his invisible fren’. Most fascinating.

  3. Chris Hall says:

    Aha, some excellent material! I shall also follow with this, and write around that table. As well as Frank, I am thinking Aurelia could be there too, unless she’s still dreaming…

  4. Reena Saxena says:

    And now, who is this invisible fren?

    • clarkscottroger clarkscottroger says:

      you’ll need to ask Frank! lol it’s his rather interesting new ‘character’

      while we have you on the line, love to have you stop by the SSC&B… we can reserve an alcove in case you wanted to get some writing done as the action continues next week or just join us at the suddenly three-times-the-circumference of every other round table at the Bistro or, of course sit at the bar

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