[TBS] Prompt 2.3 - 4G
Remember that odd kid who lived down the street years ago? He just returned to town and looks completely different. Who is he?
There was a little fruit and vegetable stand, right down the street that Jack liked to go to. No, he didn't frequent the stand for its fresh produce, although he did enjoy a good pear every now and then. The owners of the stand, Mr. and Mrs. Parry, were an older couple in their late sixties, and Jack just happened to enjoy being in their company.
Mr. Parry was a larger gentleman with a great laugh and an endless supply of stories. Back in his "glory days", the man wrangled exotic animals for the traveling circus. Lions, tigers, and bears? Forget that cuddly Siegfried and Roy stuff. Mr. Parry wrestled rhinos and elephants, and in the Seventies, he had a wild puma for a guard "dog". True story.
Mrs. Parry was a good head shorter than Mr. Parry and was quite fond of ridiculous wigs and matching accessories. Her favorite wig was one with tight curls in a carnation pink. She had a certain gusto that Jack could really appreciate in a sixty-something-year-old woman.
The Parrys had three children - Albert, Thaddeus, and Florence. Jack had met them all once before. They were a fun bunch and were as eclectic as their parents. Thad and Flo lived locally, so Jack spotted them sauntering about town every now and then, but Al, the eldest, had moved to America a few years back to try his luck at show business. According to Mrs. Parry, Al was actually doing very well for himself. He was due for a visit soon, but neither Mr. nor Mrs. Parry knew exactly when he would pop up. As they explained, Al had always been the sort of fellow who would just show up unannounced.
One afternoon, Jack strolled over to the fruit stand to say hi. Mrs. Parry was sporting a brand new wig, which was noticed immediately.
"Eggplant?" he asked, making a gesture to her synthetic do.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, clearly preening. "Al brought it all the way from the states. Isn't it lovely?"
Jack grinned. "Absolutely stunning. Brings out your eyes." Turning his flirt on, he gave her a wink.
"Stop that. I'm a happily married woman." She winked back at him, which made Jack laugh.
"So Albie's in town? I haven't seen him in ages. How's he doing?"
"Oh, he's doing just fine. Though, you can ask him that yourself." Turning around, Mrs. Parry yelled into the store. "ALBERT! Come say hello to Jack!"
"Jack who?" asked the voice from inside.
"Jack Jack. He stopped by during Christmas dinner a few years ago. Don't you remember?"
"Oh! You mean Captain Jack. I'll be right out!"
Jack chuckled and began to examine some apples.
"You don't want those. They're all bruised. Dad was showing me his old juggling act earlier."
"Thanks for the tip." Looking up, Jack expected to see a middle aged Welshman. Instead, he found himself face to face with the Chiquita Banana Lady.
Jack had to look over the person who was standing in front of him a few times before he could form actual words. "Albert? Wow, you've...changed. You look..."
"Radiant? Luminescent? What's another word for 'exuding unbelievable beauty'?" The Chiquita Banana Lady batted her lashes.
"Yes," Jack replied firmly with a grin. "All of those. And throw in effervescent too."
"I think he's wearing a little too much eyeliner, but that's just an old lady's opinion."
"Oh, mother...this is how all the transvestites are wearing it nowadays."
"He's right, Mrs. Parry." Jack nodded. "Glam is very in."
"Thank you, Captain." Albert looked like his mother when he was preening.
"I've got your back, Albie. Hey, we should do lunch while you're in town. You wear this..." Jack channeled Vanna White as he motioned to Albert's sequined dress. "And I've got this beaded number that's been dying to get out."
Smirk.
"Why, I do believe you have yourself a date, kind sir." Albert grinned.
"I do believe I do." Jack grinned back as he leaned against a tray of oranges. He never could turn down a tranny.
Note: This is the Chiquita Banana Lady
cross-posted to the_bigshow
There was a little fruit and vegetable stand, right down the street that Jack liked to go to. No, he didn't frequent the stand for its fresh produce, although he did enjoy a good pear every now and then. The owners of the stand, Mr. and Mrs. Parry, were an older couple in their late sixties, and Jack just happened to enjoy being in their company.
Mr. Parry was a larger gentleman with a great laugh and an endless supply of stories. Back in his "glory days", the man wrangled exotic animals for the traveling circus. Lions, tigers, and bears? Forget that cuddly Siegfried and Roy stuff. Mr. Parry wrestled rhinos and elephants, and in the Seventies, he had a wild puma for a guard "dog". True story.
Mrs. Parry was a good head shorter than Mr. Parry and was quite fond of ridiculous wigs and matching accessories. Her favorite wig was one with tight curls in a carnation pink. She had a certain gusto that Jack could really appreciate in a sixty-something-year-old woman.
The Parrys had three children - Albert, Thaddeus, and Florence. Jack had met them all once before. They were a fun bunch and were as eclectic as their parents. Thad and Flo lived locally, so Jack spotted them sauntering about town every now and then, but Al, the eldest, had moved to America a few years back to try his luck at show business. According to Mrs. Parry, Al was actually doing very well for himself. He was due for a visit soon, but neither Mr. nor Mrs. Parry knew exactly when he would pop up. As they explained, Al had always been the sort of fellow who would just show up unannounced.
One afternoon, Jack strolled over to the fruit stand to say hi. Mrs. Parry was sporting a brand new wig, which was noticed immediately.
"Eggplant?" he asked, making a gesture to her synthetic do.
"Yes!" She exclaimed, clearly preening. "Al brought it all the way from the states. Isn't it lovely?"
Jack grinned. "Absolutely stunning. Brings out your eyes." Turning his flirt on, he gave her a wink.
"Stop that. I'm a happily married woman." She winked back at him, which made Jack laugh.
"So Albie's in town? I haven't seen him in ages. How's he doing?"
"Oh, he's doing just fine. Though, you can ask him that yourself." Turning around, Mrs. Parry yelled into the store. "ALBERT! Come say hello to Jack!"
"Jack who?" asked the voice from inside.
"Jack Jack. He stopped by during Christmas dinner a few years ago. Don't you remember?"
"Oh! You mean Captain Jack. I'll be right out!"
Jack chuckled and began to examine some apples.
"You don't want those. They're all bruised. Dad was showing me his old juggling act earlier."
"Thanks for the tip." Looking up, Jack expected to see a middle aged Welshman. Instead, he found himself face to face with the Chiquita Banana Lady.
Jack had to look over the person who was standing in front of him a few times before he could form actual words. "Albert? Wow, you've...changed. You look..."
"Radiant? Luminescent? What's another word for 'exuding unbelievable beauty'?" The Chiquita Banana Lady batted her lashes.
"Yes," Jack replied firmly with a grin. "All of those. And throw in effervescent too."
"I think he's wearing a little too much eyeliner, but that's just an old lady's opinion."
"Oh, mother...this is how all the transvestites are wearing it nowadays."
"He's right, Mrs. Parry." Jack nodded. "Glam is very in."
"Thank you, Captain." Albert looked like his mother when he was preening.
"I've got your back, Albie. Hey, we should do lunch while you're in town. You wear this..." Jack channeled Vanna White as he motioned to Albert's sequined dress. "And I've got this beaded number that's been dying to get out."
Smirk.
"Why, I do believe you have yourself a date, kind sir." Albert grinned.
"I do believe I do." Jack grinned back as he leaned against a tray of oranges. He never could turn down a tranny.
Note: This is the Chiquita Banana Lady
cross-posted to the_bigshow