You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?

“That was a refreshing golden oldie midday sleep, now I am awake and ready to go, but what is that noise, seems to be coming from the living room.”

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss.”

“Hello Wordy, what are you doing here?. I don’t remember inviting you for a chocolate cake today. You look quite smart in your new t-shirt with the words “WordPress” in golden letters on that black background.”

“Yes, that is the special t-shirt when we have a task.”

“And what is the task today, I was just going to see what the daily prompt is and begin to write. Time is important on these prompts.”

“Exactly Mrs. Angloswiss. Today you have just four minutes to tell all these people who you really are.”

“What people Wordy. Just a minute who are these guys (and dolls?) in my living room. What do you think you are doing sir? Leave my whisky supply alone, that is reserved for guests.”

“Hey Ma’am I am your guest and so are the others.”

“Wordy, explanation please.”

“Mrs. Angloswiss put me down, you are stretching the neck of my nice new t-shirt and I cannot breathe when you are squeezing my neck. You now have the opportunity to tell all these nice strangers in your living room who you really are, but you only have four minutes.”

“And Wordy, you have just one minute to clear these people out of my place. I don’t do personal explanations, unless ….. Is anyone here from the Pulitzer prize people, just raise your hand. No-one, and the Nobel prize people? Wordy if you drag people into my private apartment, then make it worth my while.”

“Stop knocking that little guy around, he is only doing his job.”

“Who are you?”

“I was invited by that Wordy guy. He said there might be something in it for me.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you got a life insurance? Our company can fix you up with one, a great deal.  Just sign on the line and everything is covered if you have an accident, commit suicide, or get kidnapped.There is even a special agreement with the undertaker included; a solid oak coffin.”

“WORDY”

“Don’t shout Mrs. Anglosiwiss, he told me he would love to hear all about you.”

“I am sure he would. What do you think you are doing. Wordy who is that guy. He is standing next to me with a measureing tape”

“Hello Mrs. Angloswiss. I am your local undertaker and work in partnership with Mr. Insurance Man. You would be just the right length for our special economy size coffin, silk red padded lining included. And if you prefer cremation, we have solid gold urns that would fit nicely on your sideboard.”

“Mrs. Angloswiss, stop pushing that guy out of the door, he is only doing his job.”

“Where did you find these freaks Wordy? Is there anyone here that is normal and will listen to what I have to say. You in the white coat holding your hand up. You will listen to me?”

“No problem, it is my job.”

“Tell me all about it.”

“I work up on the hill in the local institution. We would have a special padded room for you, food and lodging and medical attention. I would see to all your needs. Dr. Jules Frankenstein at your service. We might even let you out at the week-end with supervision. Does you health insurance cover psychiatric care?

“Go, now. If anyone wants to know who I really am, here is my criminal record.”

“But Mrs. Angloswiss, it is an empty page.”

“Wordy, I will begin to fill up the page with a few murders if you do not throw these strangers out of my place and your name will be on the top of the list. Any other details can be found on my WordPress Blog, Facebook page and Google+. I do not need a Daily Prompt filling my place up with drinking strangers, especially not Wordy strangers.”

The room emptied within 4 minutes and another blog is born. Wordy was last seen being pursued by an insurance salesman, psychiatrist and undertaker as he left my place.

Daily Prompt: Flash Talk – Wordy Strikes Again