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:
FIRE
The tall, thin man approached the red-headed writer; his manner formal bordering on deferential, his smile, however, was that of a friend who had been there for the highs and the lows endemic to life.
Remaining seated, Chris returned the smile.
“We will keep the light on and the hearth-fire in my Office burning, against your return,” the Proprietor added the slightest of bows.
Rising she embraced the Manager, libretto to her heart-felt gesture, “Formality is a style you wear well, mine is more…this!”
From the bar area, Mimi and Denise and the Gatekeeper added their approval in shared laughter.
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I like the formality of wishing la Raconteuse the best on her new adventures in Paris by keeping the hearth-fire burning.
well, say what you will about the ttm, he does enjoy exhibiting a certain sense of propriety
Oh, that was so, so sweet, Dear Manager! Just a few episodes… will be back, since I’ll write to myself anyway. Who knows, I might be by the next alcove anyway, scribbling about those gargoyles. V pleased that the other three were laughing!
do not rush, there are adventures to be had (by la R) and tales of adventures to be shared (with the Proprietors) all in their own time
I swear that I can hear the laughter of those good friends. Such a lovely bon voyage wish.
Nicely done, especially the 5th sentence. Can picture Chris perfectly, almost as if I were sitting at the bar looking on.