He looked at all the people around him and asked
“so what are you all around me for, have you never seen a naked guy”
He tried to cover his nakedness but stopped as he had hurt his hand really bad from the fall.
He looked at the people gathered around him and asked again
“Have you never seen a guy drunk?” his tongue was not in his control, but the people seemed to follow every word. Some nodded yes, and some nodded no, some just stood there staring.
He somehow managed to get up and as one of the guys tried to help him and elderly guy signed him no. When he was on his legs he looked around.
“Where are my clothes?” He asked
“Where am I?” He looked around again
“Are you guys aliens or something he asked” He asked them
“Do you talk eng…li…sh?” He asked
“I can managed some french too” He smiled feebly
A lady walked to him and looked like the stripper in a club
“So, is this the guy you got us?” She asked the crowd
“He looks similar” said an old guy
“yo! Have you seen him naked?” she snarled
“Nop”I meant the face” the guy moved back
“Can you sing ya?” She looked at him and asked
“I am not in a mood” He said holding his bruised hand
then thinking something he said
“Yeah I do, I like the beatles”
She smiled
“Bring him and clean him up you idiots, the show begins in 2 hours”
He walked back and on the way threw her ring backwards
“Yo! don’t be naked, and you idiots go call the damn press!”
Written for Flash Fiction Friday Cycle 33 – Conspiracy Theory “Paul is Dead”
Categories: 365 Flash Fiction, Flash Fiction, Stories
Winter Window – 365 Flash Fiction #64 
She was there – 365 Flash Fiction #63 
The Phantom Existence – 365 Flash Fiction #62 
Vinod Narayan 
Simple and mad – I like it!
Thanks Glen!
I’m sitting wracking my brain trying to figure out where they are, no matter, Nice Write! I’ve said this before about one of your other pieces if I recall but, this piece reads like poetry to me and I can always appreciate that
🙂
Cool! I don’t think people said “yo” much in the sixties, but other than that, cool stuff! I wrote a story based on the McCartney thing too.
You are right Henry! Did not think it would be the sixties, Dummy me 🙂
Never mind ‘sing’ – could he play bass? ;-p
Unanswered questions here (why naked? where was he? why did his hand hurt?) – but that adds to the sense of this character’s confusion! Short ‘n’ quirky – I liked this ! 🙂
Excellent story!
I liked this piece, Vinod. It read to me like he was in some kind of “alien” place, like another world. I didn’t mind the “yo” when she spoke as it added another dimension to her dialect to give that foreign/alien feel. Yes, well done!
I liked the sense of place… like an alien world.
Nicely done. And… what Sue said… “Can he play bass?” 🙂
Good take on the prompt and the use of dialog to move the story.
Intriguing use of the prompt! I enjoyed this.
Very interesting use of the prompt. It was like he was in another dimension or something. Why was he brought there? How did his hand get bruised? Lots of mystery and bizarre circumstances. Well done.