Friday, April 19, 2013

tales of the hotel st crispian: chapter 106

"the last chance"
  by Horace P. Sternwall

edited by Dan Leo*

illustrations by roy dismas and konrad kraus

a rhoda penmarq productions™ production

*Associate Professor of Mid-Victorian English Literature, Assistant Shuffleboard Coach, Olney Community College; editor of Poems from the Poop Deck: 197 Previously Uncollected Ballads of the Sea by Horace P. Sternwall, with an Afterword by Lowell Thomas; Olney Community College Press.

“Well,” said Hyacinth Wilde, “it’s been so pleasant chatting with you, Miss Flanagan, we really must do it again sometime.”

“Call me Flossie,” said Flossie Flanagan.

“Flossie it is then! And thank you so much for picking up the tab at the Automat!”

“No problem, it’s on the Federal-Democrat — expense account.”

“Lovely. And now — yawn — I simply must retire.”

“It’s early still,” said Flossie. “How’s about a cocktail, Hyacinth, if I may call you Hyacinth.”

“Of course you may, Flossie, but, really, darling, I must have my beauty sleep.”

(go here to read the entire mysterious chapter.)

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