Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
What follows is the Wakefield Doctrine’s contribution to the Unicorn Challenge.
Hosted by jenne and ceayr, this bloghop offers a different photo each week and invites one and all to write a story. One thing though, there is a limit of two hundred and fifty words on our offerings.
Not that I’m blaming Misky or Nancy for reminding me how much fun noir can be. Much. Our protagonist today, Ian Devereaux, can be found in a number of Serial Sixes, including ‘the Case of the Missing Fig Leaf’. Here’s a taste: Chapter Four.
In a profession that measures success in binary terms, I frequently ask myself, ‘Why’?
Arguably the ‘First Question’, on this particular Wednesday on the Corner of High and Longwell Ste, it Farbergé’d itself into: ‘How did I let myself be persuaded to fly to London, drive to Oxford, all to locate a missing college president I didn’t know from Adam?’
My quarry had just disappeared behind a blue-grey door at the precise moment morning classes released a torrent of students onto the narrow sidewalks.
Like the pencil-nudge of the ill-prepared friend during a final exam, a childhood memory elbowed itself to the front of my consciousness; my mother concluding a lecture on Life with ‘...and never do business with friends or family‘.
Giving up hope for this billable morning, I sat-leaned against a low wall in front of the Magdalen College Library. Like a drinking buddy, sure you had money for another round, the memory of Monday morning three days prior kept me company…
“Besides being the President of the college, Rose is a friend. I’d really appreciate it, if you could help find her, Ian.”
There’s an adage about public speaking everyone’s heard. To overcome the fear it helps to picture the audience naked. I can attest to one corollary of this advice. Make the lecture hall a walk-in shower and my friend, Dr. Leanne Thunberg, the lecturer. It doesn’t take a doctorate, (which she had from Radcliffe College), to know there was zero probability I could say no.
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