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:
SLIP
Channelling my inner fourth-grade parochial school self, I raised my hand.
It took an easy full minute for my dinner companions to notice; not counting Anya Clarieaux… said no one with a sense of self-preservation ever.
The others: four people, all safely on the right shoulder of the Stanford-Binet bellcurve, let their silence serve as a Jules Winfieldesque retort to the nonverbal assertion of my elevated hand; Rosetta looked annoyed and the Sophomore showed relief; the nun and her leprechaun simply stared. I suspected the former had learned at an early age to slip into the background at the first sign of conflict, while her diminutive companion had an expression most often observed on the faces of mean drunks hoping to get in a fight and sixteen-year-old girls disappointed that their first real boyfriend preferred to hang out with his bros most of the time.
As it stood, Cyrus St. Loreto would play with this group like a mountain lion coming off a catnip-jag in a ball pit full of children on the last day of Summer vacation.
“Ian, how delightful, you truly never disappoint; do you care to bring your little group of Adventurers up to speed on how totally fucked they are if they even think they can out maneuver the man in Miami?”
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“I suspected the former had learned at an early age to slip into the background at the first sign of conflict, while her diminutive companion had an expression most often observed on the faces of mean drunks hoping to get in a fight and sixteen-year-old girls disappointed that their first real boyfriend preferred to hang out with his bros most of the time.
As it stood, Cyrus St. Loreto would play with this group like a mountain lion coming off a catnip-jag in a ball pit full of children on the last day of Summer vacation.”
A very picturesque description peeping into minds rather than looks.
thank you Reena!
Nice phrase: “the former had learned at an early age to slip into the background at the first sign of conflict”
Most of your characters seem to be of the “scott” type, except maybe the Sophomore and Ian and the leprechaun. So maybe most of them aren’t scotts after all. Looking forward to the question you are about to ask.
interesting observation
(when using a type as an adjective the forms: clarklike, scottian (sco-shun) and rogerian (roe-jeer-rianne) are preferred and actually kinda fun)
(as you know, here at the Doctrine one doesn’t say ‘you’re a clark or a scott or a roger’ at least not with the belief that it is up to them (the speaker)’ however it is part of the fun (and learning) hear to talk about those ‘at a distance’ celebrities or famous people or even common friends (when the relationship is at that level)… and!! fictional characters!
it provides a good why to cite examples of what we see as the behavior reflecting the predominant worldviews…
so quick one: Lou (lol I know we all know this one)… Anya: a scott the Sophomore is tricky
some are me(ish) the tall, thin man albeit idealized others more difficult like Sister Aclima (thinking clark, secondary roger) etc
Shall I go to Miami? Rather dangerous I seem to remember…
omg no! lol
(and not for the reasons you’d think)
well, ok, for one of the reasons you’d think but another one too!
the two reasons for la Raconteuse to remain at the Café: 1) Cyrus St. Loreto is not who/what the Readers might think, b)I don’t know if I can handle another plate at the current narrative moment* and 3) even though I’ve been floating the idea of a Poetry Jam at the SSC&B I’m still not sure I remember the format (Nick referenced the last one in his post/Comment last week) but what I do remember that the small stage (two steps up) halfway down the right-hand brick interior wall of the Café… if you stand with your back to the bar, resting your elbows on the polished mahogany and look down the length of the Bistro, that’s the wall to the right.
anyways… who but la Raconteuse (with an assist by the Gatekeeper to keep the riff-raff prose poseurs out on the night of the event) should emcee the event
… I’m sure it’ll take a few weeks to get it organized and publicity and such so we’re not talking next week, most likely first of September and!! if you haven’t noticed, Frank’s got a total gift for the limerick form of pomes… and, of course, who doesn’t want to hear what our newest rhetorical free radical*, Reelika might lay on us.
so whadya think? plenny a time to get organized plus you may not know it but Mimi slings a pretty wicked pentameter when backed in a corner, not to mention Denise… I’d love to hear what Misky might lay on us in terms of a ‘broke-up sentence story’ aka poetry but she’s got a worse Serial Six jones than even I have
so, lemme link all these names and such and see what sticks to the wall**
*surely before your time… at least from the perspective of plate jugglers used to be a mainstay on the Ed Sullivan show (in the mid-’60s)
** which, in the case of newest curiostic Sixer, Kim Smyth might be up for it
Similarly, you truly never disappoint! Another entertaining Six.
thanks, Keith
The free radical loves the new installment of this story… Especially the mid part…
Rhetorical*
thankee
My money’s on the nun and Rosetta. I have a soft spot for them.
ps: Is this poetry jam a live video thingie or a blog post?
it is a blog post (common SSC&B for a given week)
Third person omniscient is a great perspective, especially when expressed with such novel, apt words. Cool!
good pont…thanks!