Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘
A photo-prompt bloghop hosted by jenne and ceayr, it has the simplest of rules: keep it at (or under) 250 words.
Something a bit different. (shh, ceayr… I can hear your eyes rolling)…what follows is a continuation of a ‘Corn from a couple of weeks ago; ‘Friday‘ (which, in turn, was an effort to riff off of ceayr’s ‘Attack‘)
My car slid just enough to embed the tyre treads into the tide-compacted sand, just below the line of wave-tossed seaweed. While the safe house could be seen from the road, the exposed granite ledge shielded us from the occasional trophy wife’s morning walk. Favored as an exclusive enclave for the wealthy, it’s distaff constituency was resigned to accepting that form is function.
The girl sitting next to me was staring at her hands. She had been since I drove us away from the failed crime scene outside the Weekapaug Inn. Given the ferocity of the reverse-autopsy conducted by her father on her attacker, she had but a single chevron of dried blood on her right hand.
The Order of Lilith, to which I belong, is many things. A manifestation of the virtue of poverty and subsistence lifestyle is very definitely not among them. Devoted to maintaining the balance between the human race and the Adversary thereby allowing Man to realize his Original potential is our sole raison d’être. And that requires money.
“From the looks of those clouds on the eastern horizon, once the sun sets, it’s going to be a dark and…”
Interrupting myself, I recalled Brother Abbott saying in my recruiting interview, “Brother Anselm, of all the Gifts retained when we left the Garden, humor is surely the most questionable in terms of becoming the apex predator.”
The girl turned in her seat, raised a single finger, streaked with dried blood,
“Please, don’t say it.”