Black and white with red all over……. Flash Fiction

Well, that's just great. I've only been in this perfectly nice hotel for ten minutes and I'm already naked with blood on the floor. And it's not like it's the first time that I could say that. Let's see, counting the time in 1969 when my twin brother burst into the bathroom and clocked me in the nose with the door handle because Neil Armstrong was about to walk on the moon and he didn't want me to miss it, this makes four times.

I think I would have rather had today be like any one of the others. I mean the time the waiter accidentally dropped a steak knife on my foot when he rolled the room service tray into my suite and found me with those three contortionists I had picked up at the circus…. well, that was a pretty good day….

Or the day that two women showed up at the same time because I'd accidentally overbooked and they took turns hitting me with the ice bucket but then the nurse who stitched me up came back to my hotel with me and made me a firm believer in the power of healing touch….. well, that was also a pretty damn good day.

But to have a disoriented crow hit my seventh floor window, shatter the glass, panic and sink his claws so deeply into my scalp that my right eyebrow was puckered up into the classic Spock "fascinating" expression; well that just takes the cake. The worst part is my date will be here any minute and there's blood all over my evening clothes. And there's no way I'm walking down to the lobby in my work clothes with a bleeding bird attached to my head. I'm just going to have to call down and ask the manager to seat Angela in the bar when she arrives.

Then I'll have him call around and see if he can get both a doctor and a veterinarian to come to my room. But on second thought, maybe I'll make those calls myself. I wouldn't want any rumors to get back to the mother superior…..





This story was written to answer John Wiswell's prompt and writing challenge found HERE.