Prince Charmin’

Prince Charmin“Are you sure you want to refuse that request?”
A charmin’ little story. Is that ending maybe just a tad too obvious?

“Are you sure you want to refuse that request?”
A charmin’ little story. Is that ending maybe just a tad too obvious?

A little ‘miss-spelt tale’
©2013 Peter M. Emmerson

Robert (I never get up before noon) Black opened one bloodshot eye, he glanced at his mobile phone lying in the middle of the floor, it was at least four feet away. His ring tone blasted out again. He loved that ring tone, recorded it himself he had. It was a seg-way of the two methods of expelling air from the human body.
Robert (I had to drink a whole pint of fizzy E’s to build those two) Black closed his eye; his recorded bodily functions rang again. The VM kicked in, “Wot you want? Leave a message or not, it’s your chuffin’ money”. Robert (not the winner of this year’s cutest VM) Black opened his other eye as a sweet young female voice began to record a message.
“This is a message for Mr Robert Black, we would please like to book your band, Dumponapunk for our final year graduation dance, please call back on Avon 798556 …. Thank you. ….. Oh by the way my name is Mercy.”
There was a short bleep from his mobile as the connection closed. Continue reading