Wednesday, January 10, 2018
I’m still celebrating New Year’s here at Jazz Age Wednesdays. You see, the pos-i-lutely darb, Chris Graham, the Story Reading Ape! collaborated on a story with me. Chris started the tale in which my character Pip, and his character Artie get together.
Sharing ideas with “the Ape” was such fun that I couldn’t finish the story in just one episode. In fact, it’s turned into a mini series. Last week, Chris gave this story a great kickoff. (Read it here.) As for my part of the story, I won’t reach the finale until next week. Anyhow, let’s get a wriggle on and go back to Artie and Pip. Or at least to Artie…
Pip and Artie Meet Again
They say the devil is in the detail and that was pos-i-lutely the case during a moment that transcended time and space. During that bedeviled instant, Artie put the finishing touches on his portable time machine. Tinkering with gears and gizmos, he finally located the labradorite crystal. He had left it in the corn maze, hoping that Pip would find it. The labradorite would act as a transponder so that he could get back to Pip and finish their visit.
When Artie first met Paisley Idelle Peabody, he had been so tired that he fell asleep before they could finish their delightful conversation. So, this time he made sure to take a nap. When Artie woke up the other chimps were milling around, inspecting the amazing time machine. Some congratulated Artie and told him he was a genius. A few though joked about his previous attempts at time travel, the tries that had not turned out so well. Others made fun of him for having any interest at all in the flapper from days long gone. Artie steadfastly ignored them.
Amid oohs and ahs from the other chimps, Artie checked the time machine settings and locked down the leavers.
In that same vexed moment, Paisley Idelle Peabody took off the labradorite pendant that she had found. She placed it inside a small jewelry box made of etched lead crystal within a lead frame with a turtle carving of the same metal on the lid.
Artie’s instruments were befuddled by the lead surrounding the transponder crystal. Once again, his destination was slightly altered. Fortunately, his portable time machine was also a motorcycle.
He switched the machine to vehicular mode. Just down the road, he could see Savannah’s Union Station. Artie could get his bearings from there, and maybe even directions to Pip’s house.
A street car barreled toward him. He was so captivated by the ancient mode of transportation that he barely got out of the way in time. The conductor shouted and said he must be zozzled. Artie wasn’t familiar with the term meaning intoxicated, so he smiled and waved.
Then, coming out of the arched doorway of the station, he beheld the most dazzling human woman he had ever seen. Not that she could interfere with his crush on Pip, but anyone had to admit the strange woman’s charisma.
She tried to hail a cab, but it already had an occupant. She pushed back her dark brown bob in an annoyed gesture. The beaded fringe of her flapper gown swayed as she stepped back up onto the curb. The driver stuck his head out the window and whistled at her saying, “Hey, hotsy-totsy! I’ll be back!”
The woman looked frustrated. She muttered something that sounded like, “Bushwa!”
Artie stopped his machine and stared at her, amazed. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when she hurried over to him. He was so bewitched that he forgot that the people of the Roaring Twenties did not know about genius, talking chimps.
The brunette flapper barely reacted to his appearance, hesitating only briefly before smiling. Artie finally remembered himself and pulled the visor of his cap down to cover his face as much as possible.
“Oh! You must be heading to a New Year’s Eve costume party. You look swell. Why, your costume is even better than the ones they make in Hollywood!” she told him in a rush. “I wonder, could you give me a lift? The cabs are pretty busy on New Year’s Eve. It’s not far ― the Peabody place.”
Artie gave her a toothy grin.
“Of course, you must be Mona, ‘the movie star’ ― Pip’s best friend!” Artie exclaimed.
He remembered Pip’s words that men would do anything for Mona. It was easy to see why that would be the case. However, Pip had also said that Mona never “lead anyone on.” Artie believed that too. He could see the kindness in the dark-haired flapper’s eyes.
“Oh, you know Pip! Then everything is Jake. Come on, let’s blouse!” Mona cried and climbed onto the back of what she thought was a motorcycle.
Unfamiliar with traffic laws in the USA, or the 1920s for that matter, Artie drove on the wrong side of the road. Luckily there weren’t many automobiles on the road. There was, unfortunately, a police vehicle. It turned and gave chase.
End Part 2
Applesauce! Will the coppers catch Artie and Mona? What would they do with a motorcycle riding talking chimp? Will Mona replace Pip in Artie’s affections? You’ll have to ankle back to the Jazz Age again next week to learn more.
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Now, for that shameless self-promotion… Here are the links to the books about Pip and her friends.
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