Inside the bag with Walt

Walt liked going into the storage pod and standing among the objects in Susannah Fontaine-Williams's purse. It felt cozy to him. And while he had a legitmate reason to go into her bag from time to time to check on capacity and to make sure that nothing too odd was going on as clearly stated... Continue Reading →

After shoplifting

Following the taping of SFW that afternoon, Susannah Fontaine-Williams accepted the invitation of one of her guests, the British  philosopher/astronomer Malcolm Norton-Hollings, for lunch and drinks at Fiorello's. It was a gorgeous New York afternoon and they sat at a sidewalk table drinking something fizzy and critiquing the passersby. The bag lay at her feet and she checked it by rubbing... Continue Reading →

The need to know

It didn't take long before Susannah Fontaine-Williams began to wonder "just what this baby can do." Would the bag, for instance, block the signal of an alarm tag on a Vera Wang? She felt like that time her producers put her in a formula one car on a closed track. Her guest, international formula one racing sensation Tony... Continue Reading →

Item #37

Egberto leafed through the license agreement that Susannah Fontaine-Williams had left open on her nightstand. She was painting his toenails purple, not his favorite color, and he'd have to remind himself to pick up nail polish remover on the way home. He'd have to remind himself to remove the color before he went to the... Continue Reading →

License agreement

The man's name turned out to be Walt and he told Susannah Fontaine-Williams that the bag would cost her ten thousand, not the fifteen hundred he first quoted. And she wouldn't really own the bag, just a license to use it that Walt could revoke any time. He produced a 40-page document outlining myriad terms and conditions she'd have... Continue Reading →

SFW and the extra-dimensional bag, Pt 2

In Susannah Fontaine-Williams’s world, leaving for an event at the time it starts  counts as getting there on time, the lone exception being her show, SFW with Susannah Fontaine-WIlliams. We’ve arrived at weddings as guests are filing through the reception line.  SFW will cause a scene if the theater won’t seat us because the curtain... Continue Reading →

I am not having an affair with Susannah Fontaine-Williams

“Who is she, this Susannah?” She isn’t anyone. She’s made up. “You’ve based her on someone… who?” She’s just a composite of every talk show host, game show-er, blond TV personality. Turn on the TV and you’ll see her on every channel. “Why are you holding her hand in Chinatown?” Well that’s not me -... Continue Reading →

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