Willie Alaire

7 Aug

written for Friday Fictioneers

8 August 2014

Björn 6

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright-Björn Rudberg


Willie Alaire

William Alaire is an artist. Unfortunately  for him, his best work is done when he is stark naked. Uninhibited by clothing and unspoken rules he makes magic with brush and oils.

His neighbors were always complaining about him. Put aside that they were all voyeurs,  Willie was the constant recipient of police visits and citations for indecent exposure.

When he found the house on Craig’s List he could hardly believe his luck, his nearest neighbor was almost twenty kilometers away! He finished unpacking and stripped down.

What he hadn’t planned for was the mosquitos the size of helicopters.


24 Responses to “Willie Alaire”

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) August 7, 2014 at 9:44 am #

    First of all — his name made me giggle… hmm… and then of course those Mosquitos that took me shuddering .. 🙂

  2. wmqcolby August 7, 2014 at 10:04 am #

    OUCH! Those “skeeters” can be mean … especially on Willie (the guy, that is). Funny and really fun to read. Great!

    Years ago, I read about a woman who did her housework in nothing but a football helmet. She heard a man clear her throat and in back of her was the meter reader saying to her, “I hope your team wins, lady.”

  3. yarnspinnerr August 7, 2014 at 10:33 am #

    I just hope these helicopters do not carry any bugs. 🙂

    Great imagination.

  4. aliciajamtaas August 7, 2014 at 11:18 am #

    OMG! That’s funny! Yours is the last one I’m reading until this afternoon. Thanks for making me smile until then.

  5. Caerlynn Nash August 7, 2014 at 11:35 am #

    Poor Willie! The sacrifices one makes for ones creativity! 😉

  6. Elizabeth August 7, 2014 at 12:17 pm #

    Advantages and disadvantages always together.

  7. Ellespeth August 7, 2014 at 2:10 pm #

    Hahaha! The size of helicopter no less! Finding the house on Craig’s List 😛 Oh my gosh…so silly. Builds upon each sentence.

  8. liz young August 7, 2014 at 5:09 pm #

    This story made me smile, which was a treat after th horror story I read just befoer it!

  9. The Writer's Village August 7, 2014 at 5:43 pm #

    Very funny. great imagery.
    I hope he does abstract – what with all the smacking of skeeters and brushes in his hands, The paints should be flying.
    Might make for some great works.

  10. Sandra August 8, 2014 at 3:01 am #

    🙂 The price one pays for one’s art. Very funny.

  11. rochellewisoff August 8, 2014 at 5:23 am #

    Dear Pat,

    A visual story indeed. You know how those artists are. One note: I don’t think you needed to explain voyeurs. 😉 I hope Willie has a good supply of Calamine. I laughed out loud. Brava!



  12. dmmacilroy August 8, 2014 at 5:24 am #

    Dear Patricia,

    A belly laugh beauty of an ending. That’s why god invented screens, but I’m guessing he’ll figure that out unless he loses too much blood on day one. Excellent story.



  13. Horus August 8, 2014 at 7:15 am #

    He might start a new series with helicopter sized inspiration ! that’s if he survives…

  14. Bastet August 8, 2014 at 8:14 am #

    Loved the story and what a cool ending … we used to say that about mosquitos when I was a kid in Alaska. Really cool.

  15. Pat August 8, 2014 at 8:59 am #

    I’m still clutching my sides with laughter — wonderful twist and imagery – so vivid and holding endless possibilities.

    Your creativity never ceases to amaze me! Well done 🙂

  16. patriciaruthsusausan August 8, 2014 at 9:45 am #

    Pat, Hilarious. 😀 What with the paint flying from the slaps to the mosquitos and the lotion, he’ll be more colorful than his paintings. Well written yet again. 🙂 —Susan

  17. martha0stout August 8, 2014 at 12:27 pm #

    There’s always something…

  18. storydivamg August 8, 2014 at 2:41 pm #

    Better the nasty mosquitoes than a nasty realtor looking to make a quick buck. I predict this is nothing a little bug spray can’t handle.

    Fun story this week, Pat.


  19. patrickprinsloo August 8, 2014 at 3:44 pm #

    Heh heh. That’ll give himself something to paint about. (I once came across the naked rambler on a walk in east Cheshire or maybe Derbyshire. We exchanged niceties. Sometimes hard to look someone in the eye.)

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