Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, there is a single rule: the story is to have six sentences; no more and no less.
(Not for nothin’ but I’m hoping there is a Reader with as great a tenure as we have that can name the TV show in the above photo.)
Prompt word:
PANEL
“We just got your CBC panel back from the lab.”
The man in the examining room not wearing a white lab coat, with or without blue-stitched lettered name: Dr. G Moore ‘Internal Medicine’, felt the room’s ambient temperature drop.
A third person, though not wearing a coat, did display a name tag; Jayne; an odd spelling, but consistent with the aggressively phonetic convention embraced by the current generation of parents; it echoed a forgotten memory.
“Everything looks fine, I’m quite pleased.”
Remembering his manners, the older man stood and extended his hand, a gesture seemingly as archaic as his respectfully-silent attention; the physician nodded and Jayne, for her part, smiled an impossible combination of polite interest and generic affection favored by her generation.
The patient, the one lacking an embroidered lab coat or the natural ease available on short-term loan to the young, began to speak, but the door was already open and the doctor was following his clipboard to another room and another patient sitting alone, balancing on the edge of the future.