What follows is given in response to the 100 Word Challenge, reborn now under the gentle auspices of my friend, Tara Roberts, of Thin Spiral Notebook . This week's conversation, between Mae West and W.C.Fields, is given in response to this week's prompt - "Luck".
Well, say there, Stranger. You gonna buy a lady a drink or what?
Stranger??? Jay Derringer Bumbleshoot, at your service, madam. What'll ya have?
Bumbleshoot?? What kind of handle is that? Champagne.
I'll have you know, I come from a long line of Bumbleshoots. Bartender!! Yer best for the lady.
Yeah. I'll bet you do. Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are ya just happy to see me? Cheers.
A visitation by a pulchritudinous lady of fashion, such as yourself, is a truly fortuitous circumstance. Bumps.
Say, buster!! Call it what it is. Pure, dumb, Luck.
With apologies to the memories of Mae West and W.C. Fields.