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, ruled by a single rule: To use the prompt word and keep it to six sentences in length.
The prompt word:
VALET
“Have you seen Hunga?”
The tall, thin man emerged from the seemingly permanent darkness that filled the hallway at the end of the bar, on the right-hand wall farthest, in a straight line, (one of only a few), from the entrance of the Six Sentence Café & Bistro.
The Sophomore, sitting at what he hoped suggested a totally random choice of tables in the empty Café, put down his copy of ‘In and Out the Garbage Pail’ and nodded towards the double swinging doors that interrupted the rows of liquor bottles running behind the bar, “I saw him, a few minutes ago, headed towards the kitchen, probably to help Tom prep for the lunchtime crowd.”
“Where are you going?”
Holding up his left arm, draped with what appeared to be fifty eight-and-a-half by eleven sheets of paper, the Proprietor shrugged and smiled, “At four-forty-four this morning, my first thoughts did rhyme: ‘The spoken word reflects the past, it reads from a written script, the future lies in our thoughts if a desired reality we are to slip; print the flyers, tell all who might read, a poetry slam next week this Café does need’.”
“Sophomore to surprisingly old Proprietor… there is something called the internet and valet is not quite the right word, for the service I might offer; I’ll get us a stapler and join you, the better to inform those of next week’s event,” the young man with the old eyes stood and as the two men walked past the bar, called out, “Tom, Hunga, we’ll be back by noon”.
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