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Tales From The Royal's Summer Stock Theater Scene

Inspired By Monmouth Park's August 22-24 TB Card Races One, Two, Three

By Marc OBrienPublished 5 months ago 3 min read

At first the man with the money, who really was out of the money, thought he was defending turf but when Tartarian arrived at tranquil Magic Bay, the destination showed its beauty. Suddenly, a maiden, claiming screamed ‘surf’s up’ declaring a winning experience.

“Princess Norma, you are a winner and should be acting that way,” Lady Catalina showed her royal status, “Corrib Queen, your mother is out of the money.”

“Wait a second," the stranger, Tartarian acknowledged the maidens claiming, following a dirt course path, “it was her Champaigne mischief that defunded the Queen.”

Deciding to hide his past, known for mud flooding, Tartarian confronted the monarchs portraying an egotistical character. “My honeybunch,” the one-time conspiracy theory leader introduced, watching the guests perform the ‘we are winners Italian crossati motion’, mumbling “its Tartarian”.

Not being distracted, Lady Catalina continued her discussion, “Princess Norma, I know you enjoy your hipatia show, especially when the highest supreme attitude replaces why.”

“Who?” Princess Norma addressed herself, “me the little frost girl? I am out of the money” She started claiming about dealing with the dirt course.

“It was your family side’s gypsy style that put you all out of the money,” Lady Catalina explained “take a second, will you? Point to that star.”

Frustrated, hearing a fantasy strategy, Princess Norma departed, tired of constantly defending turf related issues, “where are you going?”

“Have a happy, I am out of here,” Princess Norma took a few steps bumping into a maiden with special weight.

“The gangs all here for the show,” the maiden with special weight informed.

Deciding to put on an Air Masque and turn into a winner Princess Norma smiled, not fazed when the creative commoner forgot the curtsy. As the maiden with special weight continued returning to the dirt track theatrical production a goldcrest prop appeared wanting good advertising visibility in the show. Overhearing villagers’ claiming, ‘Stormy Mitle ended up out of the money,” Princess Norma thought, “just like you in this place.”

Wearing the invisible disguise Princess Norma entered the theater creating a winning unsolved mystery about who really was hiding behind the invisible veil.

Timidly clapping Princess Norma noticed one performer, “that is Prince of Troy in the show,” an elderly lady told him, “Found him out of the money partying at Lake Chapala”.

“He’s got Swaggert in this place,” Princess Norma noted.

“He protects his turf as a winning game keeper at the Palace.”

After the show Princess Norma strolled by the stage door, thinking being out of the money could be a cozy thing. Suddenly, a disturbance occurred featuring, Prince of Troy leaving the theater exit.

“Yes, I have my allowance of claiming,” he shouted back, “and I am claiming wanting to show you one fine wine aboard my coracle I have docked down at the marina place.”

Seeing the fellow royals winning duboff attitude Princess Norma did not argue, just flashed a luring gesture.

“Who were you talking to?” Princess Norma innocently asked.

“JJ Pacheco he is in the show,” Prince of Troy paused, “and clever Charlie, he is out of the money.”

“There is nothing wrong with that,” Princess Norma replied.

Feeling like he was on the fast track with a maiden with special weight, Prince of Troy started acting like a wild n crazy guy escorting Princess Norma to his Cairo surprise place.

Arriving at the romantic drydock marina they saw a fast-track dispute debated, and the monarch couple agreed the scene would never play out during their courtship. Apparently, Kate’s love dumped her in a second, right out of the gate and the jilted D Tiger Lilly found a profitable place.

“Had the allowance and option to claim,” Prince of Troy told Princess Norma, “And look what happened.”

“Too bad,” the elegant throne heir stated, climbing the wooden blocks, boarding the stored travelling investment.

“You got a winner, there Prince,” the two heard, “she’s a bombshell!”

Watching her blush Prince of Troy knew it was time, “here I want you to have these, carrots.”

“You mean Karats,” Princess Norma corrected.

“No carrots forever snack for the show,” and both laid back and despite being out of the money enjoyed cosmic salt and light sky dancing.

That’s All Folks!

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About the Creator

Marc OBrien

Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"

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