Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
This is our contribution to the Six Sentence Story bloghop.
Hosted by Denise, guided by the simplest of rules: use the prompt word and tell a Story in exactly six sentenae.
So, when we last saw Rue DeNite, she was in the company of one Cyrus St. Loreto, owner of the Bernebau Company and all-around man of mystery. If you Click Here you can refresh your memories.
*Wait!! Alert Readers Denise and Nick were kind (and, by DM, diplomatic) enough to point out that the first Six of this week had a prompt word that was different from what was on everyone else’s Six!!
(Let’s agree to chalk it up to lucid dreaming, unintentional time travel or… the late ’60s lol)
Below is the version appropriate to your dimension.
Prompt word:
BOX
The post Six Sentence Story -the Wakefield Doctrine- [Stop the Presses!*] first appeared on the Wakefield Doctrine.“Should I ready ‘the Box?'”
Standing at the window-wall of the conference room, Cyrus St. Loreto smiled as he remembered what it was he liked about Genevieve Novak. Turning towards his assistant, the transparency circuit circuit in the glass-wall overlooking Miami, glitched, his face momentarily half-in-shade, half-in-illumination, causing the most fundamental of facial expressions to misalign.
Her sudden intake of breath, (followed by a slow, bordering-on-languorous exhalation), confirmed that Miz Novak was reminiscing as well.
The owner of the Bernebau Company walked past his admin, who, despite focusing on her ever-present, (and willfully anachronistic), steno pad, swayed ever-so-slightly as he moved.
“Not quite yet, I want to hear Constantin’s assessment of the profitability of any partnership with our new friend’s to the north; after all, why buy the cow when you can steal it.”
His laughter filled the room and Miz Novak smiled ignoring the misspelling of half the words in her notes.
