(Author’s Note: Well, things are about to get busy with me regarding my eventual move back to the United States. Currently whittling down the cities that I may move to, and hoping that I’ll be able to find something upon my return. Otherwise, here’s today’s fictioneers…with a little extra spice.)
Puttin’ On The Ritz
by Miles H. Rost
“Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to the Ritz?”
“Down two blocks, left one block, on your left.”
The brown-skinned man in the top hat gave him a bow and smiled in thanks.
“Say…haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”
He smiled at the question, thinking.
“What’s your name?”
“I am Taco,” he replied, a slight bit of Dutch coming out of his throat.
“I asked your name, not what you ate.”
He laughed, and gave him a salute.
“Look on MTV tonight. You’ll see.”
He turned, smiled, and whistled an Irving Berlin tune.