Friday, May 3, 2013
The Palace Paillasse
"Are you sure this is the hotel you booked, Brandon?" I asked as we arrived at the fancifully stuccoed and bizarrely terraced lodging place to which we were headed for the evening.
"Yep, that's it," said Brandon, "the Palace Paillasse, and I think it looks cool!"
Well, the hotel did have a playful feel to it, but the clerk with the pale off-white make-up seemed a bit odd. Checking our reservations, he reached behind the counter presumably to get the room key, but instead produced a bottle of seltzer and squirted me right in the face!
"What the hell!" I shrieked, wheeling around to see a lobby filled with men in baggy pants and floppy shoes, and Brandon aiming a pie straight at me.
"I've been meaning to tell you, Dad," said Brandon, "that I've finally made a career choice."
No clowning around, this is my weekly contribution to the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers and Clown School with picture prompt above and story below. I flounced in at 140 words this week, nothing to honk my horn about since the goal is a motley hundred.
If you're ready for the Big Top, click on the link to sample the varied and daring acts of the many other Fictioneers to be found beneath.
"Be a Clown?" Well, Russell and I try. And every now and then, maybe we succeed.