I was still numb… He had accepted my invitation: W.W. Jacobs’ grandson was to be my guest at the NaNoWriMo closing celebration.
Nervously standing at Room 217, The Mimslyn Inn: I was waiting to escort Mr. Jonathan W. W. Jacobs.
We had read “The Monkey’s Paw” in my seventh grade literature class and I had accepted an alternate assignment – write an author. W. W. Jacobs was no longer alive, but using my dad’s Ancestry.com account I had found the name and address of Mr. Jacob’s. On a lark, I had invited Mr. Jacobs to be our guest speaker for our annual NaNoWriMo dinner. Shockingly, he was going to be on tour and was passing through the Shenandoah Valley. He said YES!
And now, I was at “The Monkey’s Paw’s” grandson’s hotel room door.
Hoping that he would not want to shake my sweating hand, I knock.
Slowly the door opens. Surprise quickly turned to exuberant laughter.
Mr. Jacobs’ doorman- a monkey!
A Flash! Friday prompt written for NaNoWriMo 2014.