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.

So we awoke to read, over at Chris’s Six, that the much rumour’d Six Sentence Café & Bistro Poetry Slam is on for …next Week. As in August 27!

As with the previous event (April 2023), the binding convention lies with its location, the Six Sentence Café and Bistro. While the layout of the main floor (‘three steps down from the sidewalk’) is well known to most, we’re providing a Link Here to all who might be curious and want to join the Proprietors: Mimi, Denise/the Bartender, Nick/the Gatekeeper and our host this year, Chris/la Raconteuse next week.

Prompt word:

FUNCTION

The tall, thin man righted the dumbwaiter and immediately turned and walked out of Room 215…

{WAIT… No, I’M FINE… NEED I PRINT LARGER?}

While the design scale and length of the automaton’s legs were inherently limited to his Four Foot frame, the actual mechanical function of locomotion wasn’t; not so much Road Runner level blurring of feet, but suffice to say the dumbwaiter caught up before his rescuer got to the staircase that lead down to the main floor…

{WHERE ARE WE GOING?}

The Proprietor paused to read the most recent Intertitle card held by his companion, “Are you asking for a one word answer or a full description of the path and the ultimate destination?”

{I’VE BEEN TRAPPED IN MY INVENTOR’S WORKSHOP FOR A HUNDRED YEARS, YOU BE THE JUDGE..}

“Well, these stairs go down one floor and let us out on the hallway which, if we go right, as we will, we will pass the Manager’s Office and a short distance further we’ll come to an area that opens out onto the Bistro; bar running along on our left, to the right the open space full of small round tables and, halfway down the interior brick wall, also to our right, the small stage where our Poetry Slam will happen; oh, in case anyone asks, along the wall opposite the stage, sixty feet or so, a series of curtained alcoves, dig?”

{DUDE, WAY TO INFO DUMP THE PHYSICAL LAYOUT OF THE SIX SENTENCE CAFE & BISTRO!}

 

*borrowed this fun expression from the incredible FireSign Theatre from way back in the Before Time

Speaking of fun… reserve your internet keyboard for next Thursday Ate-27-twenny-twenny Six!