Promoting Molly Pitch Her Products
Festive Holiday Weekend Short Fiction Experiment Inspired By Monmouth Park's July 6-7, 2024 TB Races One, Two, Three
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Being a Jersey girl with a lot at stake on this day Molly Pitch Her, defended firm turf entrepreneurship, posing as a maiden with special weight, bringing bottled water, luring combative brothers to buy an advertised product.
Those sipping one fine wine thinking the setting was a show, enjoyed the spectacle the smoke screen presented acting as a successful investment endeavor. Wearing a protective air masque hiding their place in society, the decision-making suits expressed positive opinions.
“She’s a winner, let her run,” one commented.
“Molly’s a bullet,” another added, “and she is out of the money, and that will make us be heroes”.
Discarding what they were claiming Molly Pitch Her had no regard to the term ‘out of the money’ and entered the fast-track tease taking a second exclaiming, “Run Cory Run” sparking a festinate performance that would make her friend a winner too after the audition.
Enjoying the preview show, El De Leo, known for his loud roar, defined the sequence Molly and Cory displayed, “they move at fast speed,” expressed the Latino Kingpin contributing an accurate description to the saleable footage.
Backstage at the show film production work supporter Governor Dutton was seen runnin the numbers and noticed the out of the money reality the presentation faced. “They think they are on firm turf, don’t they?” Observed the state leader.
“Apparently, there is a maiden claiming who needs to be put in her place for thinking a French inviting and attractive look determines the victor,” his political science sorceress reported about the rumored attrayant strategy.
“What is your theory about coming out on top?” Governor Dutton asked.
“I have a new spell that will design a merchandising winner,”
END DAY ONE
Unleashing a scripted Irish war cry, still having a stake, Molly Pitch Her claiming timbavanti commercial place residency credibility along with firm turf security confronted the debatable conversation issue.
“Uh Molly Pitch Her,” the political science sorceress materialized, “you think your cover model magazine spreads were sacred and came down to earth from the heavens?”
“No,” Molly Pitcher responded, “it is my delightful dixie attitude that made me a winner.”
Laughing at the rebellious stance, the political science sorceress informed the swashbuckling siren, “You know my winning new spell put Princess Gladys out of the money,”
“Really,” Molly Pitcher retorted.
“Yes,” the political science sorceress confirmed adding, “Evie does it, do you want me to show you what the agriculture major harvested?”
Knowing Evie was beautiful, an apple in her Father’s eye, and collected a fortune promoting garden equipment stating, ‘perfect together’, Molly panicked.
Using her observation skills the political science sorceress spotted bull during Molly Pitch Her’s emotional show performance, then seized the moment unleashing smoke, blowing it onto the speedster’s fast track lifestyle, “fly fly away, my new spell, be a winner,” she commanded.
“You know I have bargaining power in this place,” Molly Pitch Her threatened watching her athletes foot attire change their marketing value.
“These big brown shoes are going to put me out of the money,” Molly Pitcher paused, “unless”.
Next day, visiting the library Molly Pitch Her found out that Sir Robert Hall was out of the money due to falling off his horse during Brennan’s war. Apparently, there was a steward inquiry, resulting in Sir Robert stretching his back after eating firm turf manicured from mother nature’s supplied landscape.
“Good to know they did not have to show a Chaplin to the scene,” Molly Pitcher concluded still needing podiatry friendly sporting goods. Going down the stairs leaving the research facility Molly Pitch Her bumped into a microscopic lens watcher. “Can I have a second?” Interrupted the scholastic goldmine, “who knows about the new spell the political science sorceress has?”
Shrugging his shoulders the microscopic lens watcher seemed lost, “what I can tell you though is, I have this drink, makes everything out of this world.”
“Really?”
“It is called orange Tang, and it will make you a winner!”
While taking the taste test someone caught the exam on film and when the photo finished developing, the stranger placed it in a publication read by Governor Dutton.
Next thing you know, the political science sorceress, no longer performed any more claiming, instead the justice lab commissioned ‘picking fleas off the pounded dogs’ as proper duties for the community funded magician.
About the Creator
Marc OBrien
Barry University graduate Marc O'Brien has returned to Florida after a 17 year author residency in Las Vegas. He will continue using fiction as a way to distribute information. Books include "The Final Fence: Sophomores In The Saddle"
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