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:
VOW
A young man, of indeterminate age, sat on the edge of the king-sized bed in a Ritz-Carlton hotel suite, staring at the room service cart.
“Despite the best minds of past generations holding Dante in the highest of esteem, he totally missed the boat on his Circles of Hell: an eternity of mornings without coffee, cigarettes and, unless I’m mistaken, fresh Pain au Chocolat.”
A slender female hand slithered out of a 666 ct linen sheet cave and two fingers, with five hundred dollars of decorations on the nails, waggled at the Sophomore.
“Tobacco. Caffeine. In that order; do it and I vow to listen to your entire psycho-temporal critique of Signore Alighieri’s religious acid trip, aaiight?”









