Luck of the Drawers?

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Photo: © Al Forbes 2015

All of my new lucky eight furniture items have been in place for some time now. After checking my i-ching app, I’ve had a feng shui consultant place them to gain the maximum chi flow.

I bought them for a steal at my local auction house. They were custom-made, with the same powerful message in gold leaf, on each item. Apparently the closest translation is ‘Riches Now, Death Later!’ You see why I had to have them. It matches with my ‘Sleep when I’m Dead’ philosophy.

The guy who commissioned this stuff, he’d only had it for a few weeks when his car gets mashed by a drunken driver. The payout made him a millionaire, but he only lived on for a week after the money came through. Tough break.

But his bad luck was my good fortune. His estate was auctioned off, and I didn’t hang about. Since I got this furniture, my online betting system has really taken off. I’m raking it in. Who knows, in a couple of years I’ll have made enough to buy my own island!

Well, gotta go. Work hard, play harder! My final destination today is the hot tub. I’ve just bought a new one from that discount guy, Jacques Uzi, at a killer price.

 

This story is inspired by the photo supplied by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction, December 27th 2015.  For more details click the logo.

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Have a S.A.F.E. Christmas

SantaPhoto: © Al Forbes 2004

“Come in and take a seat. Just get comfortable and tell me what you want for Christmas. And please remain at least three feet from me at all times. Oh, don’t cry! I hate it when they cry…”

(10 minutes later)

“Before I tell you what I want for Christmas, is what I say, like, confidential? Are we protected by Santa client privilege or somethin’?”

“It’s not a question I’m usually asked. But, yes of course, within the usual legal boundaries. By the way, you haven’t been drinking have you?”

“Yeah, I might have had a 3 litre bottle of strong cider, to take the edge off. Ya know?”

“We do have a ‘12 strikes and you’re out’ no-alcohol policy here – hey, times are tough, right? But I’m not one to be judgemental, even if that leans you more towards the ‘naughty’ rather than ‘nice’ category.”

“Look, I’ve got to tell somebody! I feel too old for all this Yuletide stuff. It was my mum’s idea. Loves a traditional Christmas, that one. She knows I hate turning up to Santa’s grotto year after year, but she’s threatened to throw me out on the street if I don’t turn up. My friends would all be laughing at me – if I had any left. It’s not fair. I hate Christmas!”

“Well, Santa, thank you for opening up. I’m hearing real emotions here! I think we’ve made a breakthrough today. Let’s leave it at that, for now. Here at ‘Santas Are Free to Express’ (S.A.F.E.) it’s all about what YOU want for Christmas!”

“Thanks, Dr Rudolf. Same time tomorrow, then.”

 

This story is inspired by the photo supplied by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction, December 20th 2015.  For more details click the logo.

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Green Manhattan

Green Man

Photo: © Al Forbes 

 

It’s been a long road, but finally I made it onto Broadway. Well, the junction of Broadway and W 48th St to be precise.

I thought I was well prepared at my audition, but in the end I just had to improvise. I told Willi Kall – the Director – I was hoping to play the Green Man as the link between Man and Mother Earth, a symbol of rebirth and the bounty of the natural world. But he said, “Hey, this is Midtown Manhattan!” – turns out they were looking for something a bit more street-wise.

He said my character has to light up when his buttons are pressed, like a spark of electricity. But I told him straight, I’m not appearing in anything my mother wouldn’t come to see.

I saw red, and was going to walk – there and then. But rather than getting cross, something told me to stand my ground until the time was right. So I calmed down, and played it more pedestrian. Willi coloured up and said I was just what he was looking for. And he assured me that my role was something all the family could see.

I know its intermittent work, but this could lead to bigger things. Maybe one day, if the numbers add up, you could see me in lights, at Times Square!

Who’s green with envy now?

 

This story is inspired by the photo supplied by Al Forbes of Sunday Photo Fiction, December 13th, 2015.  For more details click the logo.

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