It was the pinnacle of his achievements: Nobel laureate in literature. His brow was weighted with the night before, a forge had nested in his head — from drinks and girls. He smiled, remembering the blonde student that was the climax of their bacchanal. Today he would receive the prize from the hand of the Swedish King.
He opened his eyes,focusing, he saw a stuck ceiling and chandeliers.
‘This is not my hotel room’, he panicked just as the TV-cameras captured the famous poet lying naked on the floor of the concert hall.
Today the king’s entrance went unnoticed.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
This week’s picture I thought about the award ceremony of the Nobel prize. Some authors might take out some of the joy of the celebration. Especially if you forget to bring your clothing to the ceremony.
Friday Fictioneers is run by queen Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and each week the prompt attract close to 100 participants.
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June 17, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Ha ha! Looks like we had similar ideas!
Dear Björn,
Talk about life’s embarrassing moments. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
Ha ha ha! This is hilarious! (I think you meant “prize” rather than “price,” but this version kind of works too.)
Thank you.. Mistake will be corrected.
LOL. Funny twist at the end there. This story is not far from the truth ..we know of so many celebrities who lose their dignity to drink and women. Nicely done.
It will be a night he’ll remember. Unfortunately.
OH! Ouch. But great writing!
Yep, that would grab the camera’s attention.
Such a different and great take, Björn. 😉
I feel sad for the king 😛 And a bit for him 🙂 Maybe it was one of the blondes.
That poor king, probably scarred for life.
Yes, probably one of the blondes. 😉
Oh dear, this would be mortifying!!
Of course, he’ll blame the blonde. 🙂 Well told!
Oh that poor poet. Although he may become more famous because of it – if nothing else he’ll be remembered.
Nice. Still smiling.
DJ
No one could ignore that. Smiling..
for his sake, i hope it was just a bad dream.
Ooops!
Good piece.
Whoops. Off with his head, no doubt. Cleverly topical.
Fantastic! A well written peice and I loved every word. it’s not surprising that that King was missed as they had already seen the family jewels lol 🙂
Could have been me! Great little tale.
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Hilarious! But at least it will make him a great story for his next ‘badge of honor’.
He could always put out a press release about his new protest against awards and claim that it only works when the artist is stripped bare (both literally and figuratively) of conventions. That will win him new fans.
LOL, that’s great! I think he deserves being taken down a notch.
Great twist. I’m thinking that if you score a Nobel, you’re allowed a night like that… and a morning, too.
Never let one’s ego get too big. Good lesson for us all! 😉
We teachers sometimes have the “standing in front of our class naked” dream. I can’t imagine it actually happening! Excellent story and well told.
Lying naked no less! Oh, yeah. I have a feeling he won’t be remembered for his poetry.
Whoops! At least people expect poets to have a dissolute side. Better him than the King of Sweden lying their naked in the concert hall. I love that description of a hangover “a forge had nested in his head”.
Oh dear! Still, poets are assumed to be eccentric, aren’t they? My logical mind does wonder why the blonde took his clothes away with her!
hehehe, nice take to the prompt
Oh dear, how embarrassing.
Truth is indeed stranger than fiction… no doubt, he’ll be wishing for more of the latter! A very clever, amusing tale this week, Björn; thanks for the smile. 🙂
I’m laughing. Scandalous!
Very clever-and of course well-written!
I laughed out loud. Was that an example of “Pride goeth before a fall”?
Oh the poor man. It sounds like the kind of thing that happens on bucks’ nights (some say ‘stag nights’ I think), where the poor bridegroom can end up most embarrassed by the pranks his friends pull. But a Nobel prizewinner? Very funny.
well there’s no justice in this world, still it turned out to be his hour of ‘fame’
Martin Sheen wins a Noble prize. Your poet wasn’t very noble when it came to the award.
Great story. Didn’t see that ending coming!
Yeesh, this is so painfully funny. Poor guy, he did have a reason to be proud, but maybe he shoud have left the celebration until after getting the prize.
Heh heh oops! We’ve all been there. Or is it just me? 🙂
Haha. loved the twist at the end. No-one noticed the King. How small would you feel. Wonder if he stood up and took it like a man.
LOL! Serves him right. You should only take your Bacchanals so far.
Hahaha! Great twist ending as always😄
I gotta party with some poets, that sounds like an awesome time 🙂
That would be some ceremony. Short though I bet. Hilarious, Bjorn. 😀 — Suzanne