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 one rule: Six (no more, no less) Sentenceses to the story
Prompt word:
CLOUD
“Come with me,” the tall, thin man turned away from the newest employee of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro and, without another word, began walking towards the entrance; frozen in place, Rosetta, quite uncharacteristically, decided not to let her life be nothing more than a temporary ceasefire between good and evil and spike-heel skipped into a quick walk.
Losing sight of the Proprietor, Rosetta became angry and, like a cartoon character with an animated-black cloud (complete with yellow-jagged lightning bolts) over her head, pulled open the oak-and-hammered-brass-nail door and walked up the three granite steps to the sidewalk.
“Good girl,” the tall, thin man cigarette smoke-signaling his compliment, stood in the middle of the empty street.
“Tell me what you see,” the man did something with his body language that, somehow, resulted in her joining him in road.
“A wino, two hookers and capitalism’s insatiable appetite for the soul of the working class?”
The tall, thin man laughed; Rosetta Storme blushed at the sidewalk and let a smile appear.
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