Paul parked his rusting, dented Ford Model T between a silver Rolls Royce Phantom and a cherry red Roamer Roadster that was polished to a shine. He turned to his friend in the passenger seat and smiled. “We’re here!” he exclaimed. George gripped the inside handle on the car door. “What if he finds out …
Tag Archives: The Beatles
1967
O’Brien focused his dead, soulless eyes at Winston. “You’re lying,” he stated in a cold, even voice. Winston fidgeted in his chair, trying not to sweat. He closed his eyes briefly, then summoned all the courage he could muster and met his inquisitor’s gaze. “Actually, no, sir, I wasn’t. I’ve become quite the expert at …
Young Blood, I Can’t Get You Out of My Mind!
Edward Cullen pressed his foot harder against the accelerator of the late-model, ’64 Chevrolet Impala. The engine roared to life, but the enormous car didn’t pick up much speed. “I wish Carlisle had purchased the model with the 425-horsepower, big-block, V8 engine instead of this pathetic Turbo Thrift option,” he whined, twisting his full, pouty …
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Yes, I’m a Witch
“I just can’t decide between these three shades of blue,” complained Samantha Stephens. She held a trio of swatches from her paint color book against the kitchen wall and squinted, trying to imagine how the entire room would look in each hue. Her mother Endora rolled her eyes. “Why must you act like a foolish …
Get Yourself Together Now, and Give me Something Tasty!
Julia Child stared into the camera and announced in her signature warbling voice, “The French Chef welcomes four new kitchen assistants to our set this afternoon!” She pointed her wooden spoon at the quartet of well-dressed young men gathered behind her counter and introduced them to her television audience: “Mr. John Lennon! Mr. Paul McCartney! …
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Maxwell Wilbur’s Camera
“Max, Ninety-Nine, thank goodness you’re here!” said Chief. He stood up from his chair and reached his hand over his large, mahogany desk to greet the secret agents. “I really appreciate your trudging through the snow for this special assignment.” Ninety-Nine shook Chief’s hand, then took a seat in one of the chairs facing him. …
He Said, He Said
John Lennon pulled his cross-body bag off his shoulder and rested it on the floor of the dusty cavern beside his newly purchased camping lantern. Then he took off his old jean jacket and spread it on the ground beside the lamp. He tried to remember the bartender’s words as he pulled his eight, carefully-selected, …
You only give me your Funny Paper
March 13, 2020 The collector stared longingly at his prized piece of Beatles memorabilia, lovingly encased in a Plexiglas display box. He’d bought the item on a lark back in 1980, but had grown inexplicably fond of it over the past forty years. It had come with a certificate of authenticity from Ken Townsend, the …
Blink for Yourself
“Jeannie! JEANNIE!” Tony Nelson shouted from the breakfast table on his back terrace. Hearing no response, he scooped the coffee pot off the table and carried it into the house. He found Jeannie dancing in the middle of the living room floor, swinging her hips and swaying her arms to the beat of a silent …
Rhyme Rah Raytist!
The security guard shone his flashlight into the open driver’s side window of the colorfully-painted, large van. “I’ll need to see some identification from each one of you,” he demanded. “Ree roo?” Scooby Doo called up from the back seat. “Don’t worry, Scooby,” said Velma. “You have a nametag on your collar.” Shaggy slapped at …
Creme Tangerine 