Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is the Doctrine’s contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, constrained by a sentence limit (high and low) of six, there are worse ways to spend the remaining time you have on earth.
Prompt word:
FIRE
The tall, thin man approached the red-headed writer; his manner formal bordering on deferential, his smile, however, was that of a friend who had been there for the highs and the lows endemic to life.
Remaining seated, Chris returned the smile.
“We will keep the light on and the hearth-fire in my Office burning, against your return,” the Proprietor added the slightest of bows.
Rising she embraced the Manager, libretto to her heart-felt gesture, “Formality is a style you wear well, mine is more…this!”
From the bar area, Mimi and Denise and the Gatekeeper added their approval in shared laughter.







