Flash Friday came – as it always does – and once again I tickled the fleshy folds of brain material to come up with a little something. This one was fun – the image was a black&white of an older movie – for some reason, the Honeymooner’s started yelling in my head – so – what the hey – I had to write in those 2 voices.
Of course, after the fact, I came up with an alternate final line that REALLY works, so I’ve included it in this run. Enjoy!
“Norman! Norman? Norman – whaddaya think you’re doing, Norman?”
Norman was, in fact, and at this very moment, in a rather compromising position with a woman who’s ring finger held a token decidedly NOT Norman’s…and it was very clear what Norman was, exactly, doing…
Equally clear was just how much the woman of the moment was enjoying this singular moment in time.
“Hey there, Alphie-boy, I’m just doing my bit to promote public transportation…”
It wasn’t the words, so much as the huge, shit-eating grin plastered across Norman’s narrow face, which instilled the purple-y/red tinge now crawling across Alphonso’s normally florid countenance – that caused the tendons in Alphonso’s neck to stand at stiff attention as his teeth creaked alarmingly against each other.
“Norman – this isn’t your wife, Norman. You wanna know how I know this, Norman? You ain’t married, Norman – that’s how I know this ain’t your wife, Norman. And whaddaya mean; ‘public transportation???’”
How Alphonso could get these words out between stiff lips and a clenched jaw remains a mystery to this day.
“She wants more than the moon, Alphie-boy – I’m taking her on a tour of all the stars in the night sky…”
Today was ‘One of these days…’