the Wakefield Doctrine

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

Detail of the painting “God reprimanding Adam and Eve”, by F. Zampieri (1625)

(come on! you knew it was just a matter of time)… this is an attempt to consolidate two of my three three favorite weekly bloghops.

The first is the Six Sentence Story, (I trust Denise, the host, won’t mind). The second, the Unicorn Challenge. (Well, totally crossing my fingers, as I value the opportunity to be here at the bloghop that jenne and ceayr built).

This mashup was not merely a random thought, (I think it might have been Tom or maybe even Nick… lets agree to lay blame on those two ne’er-do-wells), to do my second Six and my first ‘Corn as a single story.

The Six Sentence Story you all know: weekly prompt word/ six sentences only. This week, the word is REPLAY

The Unicorn Challenge: the photo below and a 250 word maximum.

Let us do this thing:

Sister Margaret Ryan felt the transition from asphalt to sand in the ‘oh, yeah? show me what you got’, way she used to hear the words, ‘Pick up your pencils and begin…now‘. Although her morning jog always took her to the shore, eight miles from the convent, she never tired of the challenge; veering left, the clutch of the loose sand brought to mind the myth of Antaeus and her pace always increased.

The sand changed: an increasing supply of endorphins stuttered and the young novitiate stumbled as the earth pushed back; her right foot, denied an unreliable surface, gave way and she fell into the sand. Laughing to herself was inevitable as she replayed the fall, but from the perspective of an innocent bystander: twenty-something woman sprawled on a Maryland beach, crucifix tangled in her bunched-up ‘Property of J.C.’ sweatshirt, short red hair salted with white crystals. Her laughter stopped as her left hand caught on something just below the surface, the soft-rubber sole of a child’s sneaker.

The nascent flood of endorphins now abruptly reversed by a torch-wielding mob of adrenaline and pulling gently, the pink canvas upper sole with the iconic swoosh gave way to flesh and a delicate ankle continuing downwards in the very most improper of directions; crossing herself in the spiritual semaphore of her Order, Sister Ryan reached for her phone.

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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.

For a sense of continuity, when last we saw Lou… click here.

Prompt word:

REPLAY

Constantin Szarbo sat opposite the owner of the Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge and without the slightest self-consciousness twisted around to stare through the divider between the Club and the Bar as the lights dimmed on the small stage. His gaze conveyed all the humanity of an Easter Island statue, without the sociability implied by the fact the originals were always in groups.

Lou enjoyed challenges almost as much as he did contests; he was neither intimidated nor annoyed by the visit from Cyrus St. Loreto’s fixer. This assessment from a would-be-business partner was nothing if not a replay of a very familiar dance; the qualifier,  ‘would be’ on the two men’s relationship constituting a reservation on Lou’s part and an enticement on Cyrus’s. Neither man was fond of disappointment yet what gave him an advantage was that it was not personal for Lou Ceasare; nothing was personal to Lou, other than family and business.

A new dancer, Caran Delight, materialized on stage in a shower of pale, blue light to the sound of Freddie Smith’s saxophone intro from a track on Hendrix’s album, ‘Electric Ladyland’.