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:
SURGE
“Lou!”
The tall, thin man moved from the table (and Automaton) in a surge of motion yet, despite his normal emotional restraint, he nevertheless executed a graceful motion en avant from table to shaking hands with Lou Caesare.
Two perturbations to the Proprietor’s trajectory worthy of note: a flash of stiff white cardboard from where the Automaton was left standing and his guest’s female companion; she wore a tailored business suit the way the dancers wore sequins and stilettos, from her brown hair to tastefully expensive jewelry, all were clearly in service of the intelligence that rested languidly in her violet eyes.
“Yeah, Tim, how ya been, we gotta talk,” the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge also dressed with an agenda; from the Hawaiian shirt to the linen suit, (preferred apparel when not anticipating a need to persuade another party to see things as he did), which nicely offset the gold of his watch and the cutting surface of his diamond ring; taking the cigar from his mouth he turned to his companion with the slightest of bows and a smile of affection, “Mea culpa Diane, please, permit me to make the introductions.”
“This is Diane Tierney, Diane, this is…well, all I’ve heard him called is ‘the Manager’, though I did hear someone refer to him as, get this, ‘the tall, thin man’; I mean come on, but no one was smiling at the time, so I figured, different strokes, ya know, so I just call him Tim; as for the miniature mechanical man, I have not one fuckin’ clue, wasn’t here the last time I dropped by.”
Without saying a word, Diane Tierney demonstrated why she was as highly valued as business manager of his club; offering her hand to the tall, thin man, she smiled and, still holding the Manager’s hand, stepped up to the table, crouched in front of the Automaton and, taking a pen and a business card from her purse wrote:
{MY NAME IS DIANE TIERNEY, DO YOU MIND IF WE JOIN YOU?}








