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.
Ndinombethe. Ubuntu.
With apologies to the memories of Mae West and W.C. Fields.
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3 comments:
Thanks for the smile. I read this with Fields and Marilyn's voices in my head.
This was fun!!!!! I totally pictured an old time bar.
you can tell my age because I heard this in their voices . . . get away from me, boy. :)
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