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One-K Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine- [Zwei]

June 10, 2023 By clarkscottroger

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Previously (at) the One-K theatre, we left Detective-Captain Anton Rilke and Inspector-Jefe Carlos Delgado watch as blood-stained pieces of a puzzle came together, the image forming very different than the one they’d pictured, [Click Here]

Hey! You’re still here, write? You thinkin’: what’s this Doctrine guy going on about… a story that has already started, a bloghop challenge… using photos?!!

Yep. Welcome to the Unicorn Challenge. Each week, jenne and ceayr offer a photo and issue a dare. Using the photo as a prompt/starting point/TAT image write a story. The challenge? Do it in 250 words or less.

“Wait, what is that?”

Anton Rilke, an almost-noticeable slant favoring his left leg stared down at the expanse of granite tiles. Worn smooth by millions of feet crossing it to enter the cathedral, the plaza was currently littered with red-plastic markers, each numbered with iridescent-white numerals. The slightest elevation of his left eyebrow was the only outward sign of reaction. Whether it was the fact that the marker was number 87 or his increasing respect for the local constabulary’s attention to detail, remained private.

Inspector Delgado, hooking the yell0w-crime-scene tape up with his right arm, stepped closer to his Interpol liaison, looked down and hesitated. A shadow of doubt hid in slightly-furrowed brows, cleared as he said, “I believe it’s a severed hand. By size and proportion, that of a man.” Looking over the field of markers and tape that almost blocked the plaza before it narrowed and crenelated upwards into a staircase, continued “The rest of him is, collectively, covering the area in front of us.”

“Nein, Señor Delgado, I’m referring to that red mark next to the hand,” the German detective crouched with a grace very much in contrast to his physical size and pointed towards a mark,

“Mein Gott im Himmel.”

Not requiring translation, the Spanish police officer, deciding to alter the balance of his relationship with Interpol, “The blood it is written in is not from the not-mourned, currently disassembled Señor Alphonso. But you knew that already, did you not?”

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [Stop the Presses!*]

June 8, 2023 By clarkscottroger

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, guided by the simplest of rules: use the prompt word and tell a story in exactly six sentenae.

So, when we last saw Rue DeNite, she was in the company of one Cyrus St. Loreto, owner of the Bernebau Company and all-around man of mystery. If you Click Here you can refresh your memories.

*Wait!! Alert Readers Denise and Nick were kind (and, by DM, diplomatic) enough to point out that the first Six of this week had a prompt word that was different from what was on everyone else’s Six!!

(Let’s agree to chalk it up to lucid dreaming, unintentional time travel or… the late ’60s lol)

Below is the version appropriate to your dimension.

Prompt word:

BOX

“Should I ready ‘the Box?'”

Standing at the window-wall of the conference room, Cyrus St. Loreto smiled as he remembered what it was he liked about Genevieve Novak. Turning towards his assistant, the transparency circuit circuit in the glass-wall overlooking Miami, glitched, his face momentarily half-in-shade, half-in-illumination, causing the most fundamental of facial expressions to misalign.

Her sudden intake of breath, (followed by a slow, bordering-on-languorous exhalation), confirmed that Miz Novak was reminiscing as well.

The owner of the Bernebau Company walked past his admin, who, despite focusing on her ever-present, (and willfully anachronistic), steno pad, swayed ever-so-slightly as he moved.

“Not quite yet, I want to hear Constantin’s assessment of the profitability of any partnership with our new friend’s to the north; after all, why buy the cow when you can steal it.”

His laughter filled the room and Miz Novak smiled ignoring the misspelling of half the words in her notes.

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Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [a Rue DeNite Six]

June 7, 2023 By clarkscottroger

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.

Hosted by Denise, guided by the simplest of rules: use the prompt word and tell a story in exactly six sentenae.

So, when we last saw Rue DeNite, she was in the company of one Cyrus St. Loreto, owner of the Bernebau Company and all-around man of mystery. If you Click Here you can refresh your memories.

Prompt word:

BLOCK

“Ok, you can laugh, but this Cyrus guy totally gives me the willies,” Rue sat opposite Rocco at a table overlooking Biscayne Bay and beyond, the Atlantic Ocean; the ‘Crazy About You’ restaurant was less than two blocks from the Espirito Santo building. Resisting her host’s invitation to join him for lunch had taken a toll on her nerves, as charming as Cyrus St. Loreto had been through their initial meeting, there was an underlying quality to the man, almost completely hidden, that made her think of a moray eel staring out from the shadows of coral reef at the passing schools of prey. Rue accepted that a return visit to ‘look at the books’ was unavoidable, the prospect of maintaining her CPA charade brought back the hollow feeling of inadequacy of her first night dancing at ‘the Bottom of the Sea’.

“You’re doing great,” Rocco, diving into his role as bodyguard, met Rue at the restaurant in full ‘Tony Montana’, complete with gold chains, white suit and black silk shirt, his grin triggered the desired reaction in the girl Lou had charged him with protecting, sitting with a sensual grace that few Certified Public Accountants could pull off, she smiled, “But what about Frank?”

“Just stay with the icy-intellectual vibe and you’ll be fine,” Rue ignored her menu and let the tension leach out of her as she listened to the professional tone of her companion, which in his line-of-work always sounded like rock-solid confidence.

“I’m the one we should be worried about, I think that admin, Genevieve Novacaine or whatever, is trying to get into my pants,” Rocco watched Rue from the corner of his eye and was rewarded with Rue’s unsuccessful effort to not spit her drink all over the white linen tablecloth, catching her breath, they both laughed, “No, I’m serious, that woman is scary and, not for nothin, all I packed was my favorite handgun.”

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Too(s)day -the Wakefield Doctrine-

June 6, 2023 By clarkscottroger

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

…before we return to yesterday’s post’s topic… lets return to yesterday’s post’s topics!

While the Reader can be forgiven for not reading the Comments on either, the most germane are those in response to the One-K Friday post. Specifically, the observation by ceayr to our contribution to his (and jenne‘s) prompt photo, to wit: “You hit us with all these intriguing details, then leave us not only high but, not to put too fine a point on it, also dry. Excellent piece, if sadly incomplete.”

As is the case with most who are possessed of his predominant worldview* he is both nearly right and almost wrong,

The thing of it is, while in other ‘hops (say, the Six Sentence Story) the word count is not limited. With skillful (willful) use of semi-colons a Six can be of impressive length. Serial Sixes are possible. A story can, overtime, weave it’s way among subsequent prompt words like the snake slithering in for the kill while the protagonist, armed only with a pitch fork with three broken tines, tries to stop it.

The Unicorn Challenge is not so… (an adjective to convey guidable with excessive capacity for retaliation… like 90% of films since ‘A Bad Day at Black Rock’). It’s prompt is a photo. And… and! There is a word limit. Two hunnert fity words. Tough crowd over at the ‘corn’.

As with most writing prompts, there is, on the parts of all participants a responsibility to not ignore the prompt. There’s a rule in most fiction (real or imagined) that the narrative must remain consistent and reasonable to the Reader. (In Orson Scott Card’s book ‘Characters and Viewpoints’: Whenever you tell a story, you make an implicit contract with the reader. Within the first few paragraphs or pages, you tell the reader implicitly what kind of story this is going to be; the reader then knows what to expect, and holds the thread of that structure throughout the tale. . . .)

Damn! Getting off topic.

So, for today: I will at least try to continue the (implied) serial story I started this week at the Challenge. Or not. As a service to Readers to better allow them a sense of the character Detective-Captain Anton Rilke, a link to when he first appeared in an Ian Devereaux serial Six. Click Here

*in Part Too of today’s post: Mimi Commented: “Good reprint, i especially like warning to Clarks not to skip around.”

In addition, (to asterix footnote), pertaining to yesterday’s Doctrine post: One of the earliest Rules (of proper behavior) here at the Doctrine was, ‘No one has the authority to declare, reveal and/or assign a label of clark, scott or roger to another person‘.

It is for each of us to discover for ourselfs. While it is fun, (and great practice), to discuss the predominant worldview of other people, as we mentioned yesterday, ‘The Doctrine is for you, not them.’ Furthermore, for those who might argue, “yeah, but, suppose they pick the wrong predominant worldview?”

Real simple: You can’t get it wrong.

You can’t break it. You can’t alter it. Any person with a genuine interest in exploring the benefits of this unique, productive and fun perspective on the world around us and the people who make it up, will, eventually understand their predominant (plus secondary and tertiary aspects).

out of time!

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One-K Friday -the Wakefield Doctrine-

June 5, 2023 By clarkscottroger

Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

Once again, we rejoin our friends jenne and ceayr for a go at finding the most important 250 words hidden in la fotografía.

If’n you like wordage and fun, you owe it to yourself to head over to the très avant-gardiste bloghop, the Unicorn Challenge. (Tell ’em, ‘the Doctrine sent ya’)

“That’s strange,” Anton Rilke pushed back from his new desk, which given his considerable girth was more than a slight adjustment from the monitor. The new head of Interpol’s Human-trafficking, Drug-interdiction and War crimes bureau, made reaching out to the police departments in his jurisdiction a priority.

“What’s that Detective-Capitán?” Inspector-Jefe Carlos Delgado, eager to get a sense of the man, ignored the cultural and political barriers that impeded law enforcement in 21st Century Iberia.

“Your latest kidnapping,” the face of Inspector Delgado shrank to a thumbnail as a black purse, lying on the sidewalk at the top of a alley-staircase filled the screen, “I’ve a flag on the DNA your most fastidious patrolman collected on the scene.”

Appreciating the left-handed compliment, Carlos smiled, “What do you mean?”

“Although no help identifying the kidnappers, it links the owner of the purse and the young girl who went missing last month near this location are blood relatives, mother/daughter in fact.”

“Then you’re going to find our medical examiner’s report on the body of one of the two Alphonso brothers that was found floating in the harbor this morning most fascinating,” the detective paused as he watched Detective Rilke glance at what were surely other monitors on his desk, mutter something in German and raise a bushy-white eyebrow.

“Am I correct, Senor Delgado, there is a match between the DNA on the purse and a blood sample on the late, and apparently quite tortured, Nico Alphonso?”