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As the band played a smooth jazz selection inside the dome that was super a man named Caesar reflected about the past when the evil Katrina came and unleashed a destructive wrath. That is when the Saints marched in and paved the way for the stereotypical gambler looking to promote an entertainment experience.

From a distance there was a small individual dressed in four leaf clovers hurrying down the aisle trying to reach the iconic power player.

“Are you K?”

“No Mr. Caesar I am Patty O’Brien,”

“Did you travel far?”

“No just down the street and wanted to tell you the hurricanes are through,”

“Really no fear that Katrina could come back,” Caesar wanted confirmation, “last week Jay Hawk hunted them down and hurricanes are no longer a threat.”

“Oh, wonderful,” Caesar was relieved Katrina would not be making any waves, “is Jay Hawk here?”

Pointing his small hand on his miniature arm Patty O’Brien exclaimed, “he is the one down there walking on sunshine talking to the wildcat. “

“Excuse me,” Caesar apologized while leaving the Irish immigrant to the French quarter in the golden dust, “I must go down and see him,”

“Caesar, may all your knives be sharp as nails.”

Only a few minutes passed, and Caesar gave a welcoming greet to both Jay Hawk and the wild cat. “Good to see you both here, I just wanted to thank Jay Hawk for disposing of Katrina.”

Jay Hawk accepted the gratitude while the wildcat whose star was shining bright after sending Saint Peter a message that it was time to go home listened intently knowing that his nova could handle the situation.

“Well, you two play nice tonight,”

“We will, Mr. Caesar,” Jay Hawk responded, “and just to let you know I am used to having a wild cat as a competitive rival.”

It was then Caesar decided to leave the spotlight and head backstage into the waiting room. Sitting there was a devil looking blue, “are you K?” Caesar inquired.

“No, UK is on stage with the wildcat,” the young fisherman explained, “I am Duke Durham, De without the UK for short, and I was hoping to meet Saint Peter in the final you know for the plan to be big but easy barring any miracles”

“But Jay Hawk is with the wildcat,” Caesar interrupted.

“I know UK Jay Hawk,”

“But do you know where K is?” Caesar kept quizzing.

“Oh K,” Duke Durham caught on, “he is with the Tar Heel at the Chapel on the hill saying a few Hail Marys?”

“I thought the city of angels finished off St. Mary.”

“They did,” Duke Durham continued, “then it was the Tar Heel that sent the angels to the airport.”

“Oh,” Caesar started to conclude, “so since St. Mary and the angels' tickets were not punched for Bourbon Street, Sweet Carolina started to be genuinely concerned.”

“And K and the Tar Heel are counting their blessings.”

“That’s good,” Caesar concluded before heading outside where he bumped into suited men.

“TBS, stands for Turner Broadcasting Station,” one said, “not This is BS.”

“Then why do you have TNT in your hand?”

“If all this is not Tru tv then we are all going out with a bang.”

After passing the two Caesar left the dome that was super saying under his breath, “if this is not true, I am betting MGM.”


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