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. Regulated by the Department of Sentenae Limitation, Ordinal Section
Prompt Word:
LIGHT
“Got a light?”
The tall, thin man offered something of a throwback 18th Century formal bow as he stepped up to the Gatekeeper outside the Six Sentence Story Café and Bistro.
The Gatekeeper complied, but not without the slightest hint of a interrogative arch of one dark eyebrow; the man with the unlit cigarette hastened to explain the occasion requiring portable fire.
“Well, earlier this evening, the Sophomore suggested there was an early point on my timeline when these,” the Proprietor held out his left hand, the white cylinder nestled in a reversed V-for-Victory gesture, “and I were inseparable”.
“Players, haven’t seen those in, like, forever; while I prefer my cigars, got nothing but props for the brand,” The Proprietor-slash-Heimdall grinned approval.
“Not for nothin’ Nick, was there a small but odd group of people on your line this evening, consisting of a stripper, a bodyguard, a short young woman with a homicidal vibe and a guy in blue tights?”