Dashwood Forrest Meets Ivanka Trump
Dashwood Forrest stood in the middle of his hotel room dressed like Gainsborough’s Blue Boy and stared at himself in the full length mirror on the wall.
“I’m beginning to have some idea of how Narcissus must have felt when he saw his own reflection,” Dashwood swooned.
There was a knock at the door.
“Mulligan, would you please answer that,” Dashwood called out to his Irish zombie manservant, “and please put a towel over your head. I don’t want you frightening anybody like you did the cleaning staff this morning. It took a $50 tip to bring them back again.”
Mulligan put a towel over his head and went to open the door.
He crashed into several lamps on his way to find the door.
“Watch where you’re going, Mulligan!” Dashwood exclaimed.
“It’s rather difficult to see where I’m going wearing a towel over my head,” Mulligan complained as he liberated a large potting plant from its large pot.
Finally Mulligan found the door knob and opened the door.
He stood on the other side of the door so the person entering wouldn’t see him.
Ivanka Trump entered the room wearing a lovely Grecian white dress designed to thaw a New York City winter and a pair of exquisite diamond studded spiked stiletto high-heeled shoes.
“Dashwood Forrest,” she greeted the Blue Boy costumed art gallery owner with a kiss on the cheek, “it’s been far too long.”
“Indeed it has, my dear,” Dashwood Forrest likewise kissed her on the cheek, “meeting one of the few women in the world who sets me straight.”
“My dear Dashwood,” Ivanka laughed, “I was hoping I was the only woman in the world who set you straight.”
“There was that Sherrielock Holmes you met at the Charmaine Olivia Mermaid Art Exhibit at your London gallery,” Mulligan spoke from behind the door, “she set you straight.”
“Mulligan, return to your butlery duties elsewhere,” Dashwood ordered.
Mulligan (with towel over head) tripped over several chairs until he found his way to the bathroom.
“What did you wish to see me about, Ivanka?” Dashwood asked.
“Your art history skills,” Ivanka smiled, “Dad is very much interested in this painting which recently showed up in Paris. Do you know if the Renaissance prophet Nostradamus was also an artist, Dash?”.
“I had not heard that he was,” Dashwood started taking off his Blue Boy costume and started putting on a costume of Thomas Lawrence’s Pinkie, “he was a medical surgeon, a doctor, a poet, a philosopher and a psychic but I hadn’t heard that he was an artist.”
“Grandma Mulligan had several Nostradamus paintings in her tea shop in the little village of Sneem, Ireland,” Mulligan called out from the bathroom where he was trying to rescue his tie from the bathtub drain.
“How did she get those?” Dashwood tied a pink bow around his neck and reached for a pinkish coloured shepherd’s staff.
“When some of the Spanish Armada sailors fled to Ireland on their sinking ships after their defeat by Drake, one of my ancestors a Spanish nobleman managed to save his collection of Nostradamus paintings in a waterproof crate and swim ashore to Ireland.”
“What was he doing carrying a collection of oil paintings into battle in the first place?” Dashwood took a selfie of himself as Pinkie on his iPhone and uploaded it to Instagram.
“He was hoping to take the paintings and hang them up on the walls of the large English country estate that the Armada Admiral had promised him once he had conquered England,” Mulligan got one of his zombie toenails stuck in the bathtub drain in what turned out to be a poorly planned commando rescue mission of the tie on his part, “but alas the Spanish Armada Admiral had overestimated his own abilities and had underestimated the abilities of Sir Francis Drake.”
“One should never underestimate the abilities of an English lawn bowling champion,” Dashwood took his Pinkie costume off and wrapped himself in the English flag of Saint George.
Ivanka Trump stood there and wondered whether she should re-consider her invitation to invite Dashwood to her father’s Presidential Inauguration.
-A vampire novel chapter
written by Christopher
Saturday January 14th
2017.
doesitevenmatter3 said,
January 26, 2017 at 4:21 pm
Great chapter, Chris!
How are you doing?
(((HUGS))) π
Dracul Van Helsing said,
January 27, 2017 at 9:40 am
Thanks very much, Carolyn. π
I’m doing okay.
Mrs. Mulligan’s Tea Shop In Sneem, Ireland | Dracul Van Helsing said,
January 30, 2017 at 1:09 pm
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Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 18, 2018 at 10:43 pm
Reblogged this on Dracul Van Helsing and commented:
Hereβs a vampire novel chapter I wrote over a year ago:
George F. said,
May 19, 2018 at 8:04 am
Total brilliance. Great photo. Favorite line: “βIβm beginning to have some idea of how Narcissus must have felt when he saw his own reflection,β Dashwood swooned.”
Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 19, 2018 at 2:49 pm
Thank you very much, George. π
Yes, I enjoyed that line myself. π
Orvillewrong said,
May 19, 2018 at 10:22 am
wonderful!
Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 19, 2018 at 3:20 pm
Thank you, Malkie. π
David Redpath said,
May 19, 2018 at 3:52 pm
Julio Iglesias told me, confidentiality,
that he would like to give Ivanka
a Spanish Armada.
I had to point out to Julio
that the Spanish Armada was
outdraked, and floundered.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 19, 2018 at 4:18 pm
LOL ! ππ€£
Very very good point, David. π
Henry Lewis said,
May 19, 2018 at 6:41 pm
This one is especially good! Plus, all I can think about when I see Ivanka in that sexy white dress is how much Daddy must have liked it lol!
Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 19, 2018 at 8:23 pm
Yes, I imagine Daddy must have really loved it, the lecherous old pervert.
LOL !
Hyperion said,
May 19, 2018 at 7:09 pm
LOL! Mulligan is the perfect butler for Dashwood Forest. Those two are hilarious. No wonder Ivanka is smiling in that foto.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 19, 2018 at 8:26 pm
Yes, Ivanka is no doubt thoroughly enjoying the hilarious spectacle of this unorthodox duo carrying on.
Hyperion said,
May 20, 2018 at 4:24 am
She has a certain light in her eyes that speaks of her amusement of the odd couple. Maybe she would invest her own talents in rounding out the dainty endeavors of Dashwood and Mulligan. A trio of felicitous folly.
Dracul Van Helsing said,
May 20, 2018 at 3:40 pm
Yes, The Trio of Felicitous Folly.
That would be a great title for a movie.