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

This is zoe’s weekly bloghop, the Six Sentence Story. Each week she provides a prompt word and invites one and all to write a story that is six, (and only six), sentences in length. It’s truly a worthy challenge (and) a worthwhile effort. Come and join us!

This week the word is: ‘Question’

“Sorry, sister, didn’t see you there there, the habit kinda blends in with the dark couch and all, try an smile from time to time, so I’ll know that you’re awake,” Det Glen Trahmani grinned his laughter to assure the nun that he was not being too disrespectful.

Sister Catherine sat quietly and watched, as the detective moved about the room. “I have the utmost respect for those in your profession, I promise not to interrupt your questioning,” her wire-rimmed glasses threw shards of light as she continued, with a smile that barely moved her lips but pushed one eyebrow quite high, “perhaps you’d like to know my whereabouts at the time of Mr. Avila’s death?”

Naturally competitive, excessively confident, Glen Trahmani possessed a highly developed talent for picking his battles, held up both hands and said, “Ya got me, sister! ‘Sapientiae Timor Domini Initial.'”

Seeing the distress in the face of Roanne Avila, once a student in her sixth grade class, Sister Catherine said, “Your detective here is showing off for me, and just said, in passable Latin, ‘The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom’.

The homicide detective turned to the young woman and said, “I have just one question; can you think of anyone who would want to harm you or your husband?”