Friday Flash Fics for October 19, 2018, by Jeff Baker.

44188870_10157957215306110_2747636479290245120_n

We’ll Be Right Back After These Amusing Epigrams

                                                By Jeff Baker

                                      

            Pete was sitting in the sun, reading Dorian Gray when he started to doze.

            “We are back,” the host said, “and we have, oh, you certainly may applaud the band! Thank you! Anyway, you all know our next guest, back with us again. He has a new book out, a new play out and, well I’m sure he’ll tell us all the rest. Please welcome, Oscar Wilde.”

            “Oscar, wonderful to see you again. Last time you were here you presented the host with a lily.”

            “Yes,” Wilde said, “it seemed to fit as she was a guest host.”

            “You’ve been travelling, I hear?”

            “Oh, yes, Once more across the continent. I did it before, you know.”

            “Back in, I think, 1882, wasn’t it?”

            “Yes,” Wilde said, “and I had a largely wonderful time. I drank whiskey with some lovely miners in Colorado.”

            “You know, you seem to make light of everything,”

            “In public, yes.” Wilde said, grinning at the audience.

            “But you stay impossibly busy! I mean, busier than me in divorce court!” The audience laughed, knowingly. The host’s many marriages were regular tabloid fodder. “Besides the book coming out, you have, how many? Two plays on Broadway?”

            “You can’t count the third, because it’s a revival. So, two.” Wilde said. The audience applauded and Wilde shrugged. “I’ve found,” Oscar said, “that even if you lead your ego around on a leash instead of the other way around, you still have to feed it.” The audience laughed again.

            “Where were they during my monologue?” the host quipped. Wilde and the audience both laughed.

            “It’s art for art’s sake,” Wilde said.

            “Speaking of art, we have to pay for ours,” the host said. “We’ll be back with more of Oscar Wilde and later Pete Barbutti after this word from our…”

            “Pete! Hey, Pete!”

            Pete jerked awake; he’d fallen asleep over his book in the warm sunshine. Pity, he thought. He would have wanted to see Barbutti trade quips with Oscar Wilde.

 

                                                            —-end—

           

           

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Fantasy, Fiction, Friday Flash Fics, LGBT, Short-Stories, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Friday Flash Fics for October 19, 2018, by Jeff Baker.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s