Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week it’s:
W.C. Fields Stars in:
My Little Ho-tela-dee (also known as The Hotel Dick)
Ah yes, my little ho-tel-adee.
Let’s get into one of these room-adees for one of your little rem-edies.
Here, let me have that key, my dear.
Oh sorry, that wasn’t your key that I grabbed?
How presumptuous of me, yes, to think it was.
No, a key is not soft like that, and yes, my dear, your points are well taken.
Now, my dearie, where were we?
Ah yes, a room …
I can’t seem to find the hole, my dear. A momentary set-back, I assure you.
Could you put it in for me?
I seem to have a revolving door here. Just a little motion sickness. I assure you it will pass.
Yes, if you would put it in the hole, just bend over slightly … keyhole, I assure you, I meant keyhole, my dear.
You have good aim. Now if you would turn slightly to the left and…
I think we’re almost in, my dear, yes indeed, almost in.
Okay. Okay. So it’s more than 100 words . You chuckled, right? Okay, I’ll sit out next week if I have to. Or I’ll sit on the back of the bus with the other “bad boys” if I have to. A dybbuk made me do it again. It wasn’t my fault. I swear. It was the dybbuk. No, a land shark. Definitely a land shark.
I protest! Do NOT blame it on the land shark! Well-written and, if less than careful, well-conceived.
There will be no conceiving this night….
I do believe you are a little naughty, Randy. Well, looking at this hallway, makes me dizzy. I did laugh! Nice one.
Naughty is nice as I told Santa recently.
Thanks for your comments.
Enjoyed this. Don’t go to the back of the bus, you can have my seat, just keep riding!
Stay in the back. I’ll join you there, my little swirling turnip. Did I ever tell you the story about when I… oh, I just my bus ticket. Would you mind bending over and picking it up for me, my dear? Ah yes, it’s right there by your left foot…. oh, I’m so sorry. The bus lurched forward. No harm done, my little turnip rose.
Yeah, that’s the ticket. Did you know that Radiolarian Wisoff-Fields is related to W.C.? Strange doings down those corridors.
Okay, what make you think from what she wrote that she is an “amoeboid protozoa”.
Now I have a good vocabulary but this is the second word that i have had to look up with regard to Rochelle. I was glad to look up glabrous but sad to read it’s meaning and now you refer to her as Radiolarian. I will need some help here.
I will say this to your comment about the corridors – they are incorrigible corridors.
i’m often mistaken for an amoeboid protozoa. Maybe it’s my lack of height. Are you feeling somewhat glabrous?
Not feeling glabrous. I am in fact glabrous!
And what is a radiolarian?
Someone who listens to the radio? Is it not in my Webster’s – is it in a funk and wagnall’s?
Merriam Webster….even has an illustration.
My soft covered 2005 edition does not have it. But I found it on Wiki.
I guess it was too small an item to be included in my edition.
I’ll keep this response small so it won’t go over your head.
( I know that was a small cheap shot)
I don’t know whether to laugh or blush. Your MC seems to be, shall we say, directionally challenged.
Horizontally and vertically challenged – to be sure.
Laugh or blush, it’s all good. Just don’t pee in your pants or you’ll be running down the corridor looking for that pointing finger and macabre laughing face from last week’s prompt in order to find the rest room.
A masterpiece of innuendo, or double entendre. Still chuckling…
Is that you, Chuckles?
I was never in Uendo, and that’s the end of that. Don’t get me in trouble.
But did I, once, have a double entendre. And one is too many for me.
If once was too much, then it wasn’t being done right. 😉
I’ve been wrong many times before, more than once but once is enough except for…
well, that’s a different Friday Fiction.
When the words are this clever and stimulating, there’s no limit. I wouldn’t mind if she came up and saw me some time. Ron
Ah yes, Mae, I shall see what connivance I canst contrive for you, my dear, ah yes.
I wouldn’t mind seeing you later myself or seeing myself later.
Now where was i? Ah yes
Never lose Hope unless she’s run out of money.
You should definitely not sit out the next week, or any other!
ok, but just this once. luckily, it was right up my alley. and hers too, apparently.
Rich – thank you for commenting but
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
oh “just this once” about going over 100 words.
gotcha…. thanks for the reprieve.
I don’t think this ends well. I mean, if he can’t find the hole now, how will he do inside ?
I did chuckle — good one Randy
Now don’t be pre-mature in your ass-umptions, Bill.
This could end well in several ways.
Help comes in many forms – ask and ye shall receive, knock and the door shall be opened, seek and ye shall find
yep, maybe he’s a handy man.
Yep, that WC is a dandy man.
Wait. Which of us had the typo?
Great writing and chuckle worthy 🙂
Ah yes, this little tale reminds me of a young lady I once met in Philadelphia–lovey lass she was. Kept mumbling something about Kumquats.
Ah yes, the magical Philadelphian Kum-quats. Never Kum-berson and quite a Kum-uppence.
In fact, she invited me to “Kum up and see her Kum-quats some time.” Ah yes.
Very cleverly executed, dear writer!
Do you think he should be… very cleverly executed, dear reader?
Thanks for the comment.
Naughty – naughty… Or is that just My mind?! 😉
always naughty and not just in the mind or that I mind and I like your mind and I might even like your other things…
now I’m being a littla naughty again my dear.
Why don’t you and Mae come up and see me some time?
(thanks Imogen… Randy)