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The Interrupted Tryst
by
Harry Buschman
Don Portfolio, that devil! He has been caught again! En flagrant!... as
we say in the forest of the Ardennes, and this time with the raven
haired Countess Bovril! What will the Count say? Mon Dieu! The scandal that
will ensue...
It would not be so bad if that wicked blond hussy, Baroness Provolone
hadn’t trailed the loving pair through the forest, and when they reached
this romantic clearing... then, at that precise moment of truth, when
neither love bird could deny the purpose of the tryst... again! Double
Mon Dieu!! She appeared; microphone in one hand, digital camera in the
other.
“Smile,” she cackled! “You’re on candid camera!”
“Oh m’gawd!” The countess shrieked and reached for her camisole. Don
Portfolio, drew his sword and, standing in his polka dotted shorts,
exhibited a mock courage he did not entirely feel.
“Baroness,” he shouted in a quavery voice. “The camera or your life!”
The Baroness exploded in a witch like laugh. “The camera! The camera!
Ha!!... Do you think I would be so stupid as to think a photograph would
do?” She held the small instrument high. “The world has moved on, Don
Portfolio! This is a cingular Motorola RAZR voice and picture phone. I
have Count Bovril on the line. Would you care to say hello... eye to
eye, Don Portfolio?” The Don dropped his sword and removed his hat.
Baroness Provolone turned to Countess Bovril and offered the phone to her.
“Care to say hello to your husband, dear?”
The Countess took the phone gently and stared into the apoplectic face
of the count... “Don Portfolio has just been showing me where the
dragon bit him... have you had a hard day at the office, dear?”
the end
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