Writing Challenge Tuesday June 10

Tuesday June 10
Describe the life of a Cockroach at the Plaza.

"Nothing unimportant ever happens at The Plaza." Wilfred knew today was going to be his day. Eating the droppings from last nights patrons at the Champagne Bar was the start to Wilfred's perfect day. Wilfred was some what of a celebrity in his own mind, living, surviving, and breeding at The Plaza since before it opened its doors on October 1, 1907.

What he really wanted was to see Celia his Smokey Brown Cockroach love who moonlighted as a dancer at night. Celia was Wilfred's dream girl! A little smaller than his American Cockroach body Celia could dance like no body's business. Thank goodness the breakfast crowd with their messy children provided plenty of food for a roach to "woo" a girl. Wilfred ran out of his hole and captured a huge crumb of cake a young child had dropped on the floor by his chair.

As he careened back to safety he noticed Hanz a pesky German Cockroach that was always competing for Celia's attention.  What those German Roaches were trying to take over his Plaza Hotel. They bred twice as fast as all of the other roach breeds and he knew Hanz had a huge family and plenty of other roach lady friends to enjoy as companions. Why Celia?

"Cockroach at the Plaza," Wilfred heard a person ask and then there was a piercing scream!
Wilfred ran for his life, back into his home he was going to make it and hold on to his crumb for Celia.  Slam!  A huge boot came down just centimeters from Wilfred body. yet he was safe and that little weasel of a roach Hanz was still out there free to seal crumbs to attract his woman! The nerve!  This was the end of Mr. Nice Roach, this meant war!

"I have gotten to long and slow." Wilfred repeated to some of his fellow Plaza-roaches. "Are you Rochies listening to me! Long! Slow!  I need help tonight to roach block Hanz from my beloved Celia.  Who's with me?" The click of antennas was all that echoed in the room.  Alright lets get some rest to get ready for this evening events.  As the roaches rested and ate their morning bounty a very tragic thing happened.

Celia was dancing in the Newman's guest room and "crunch" she was laid to rest in the thick lush carpet.  She had been so vain and so mesmerized by her dancing that she did not pay attention the way a roach needs.  Dancing on the white part of the carpet not the beige in which her body blended so well was a "dead giveaway" that a roach lived in the room. "A roach at he Plaza," Mrs. Newman gasped.  "Well, lets not tell anyone I don't want the "Vanderbelts to hear that we had a roach in our room."

That evening Wilfred and his gang of "Rochies" hit the Champagne Bar and went on a mad search for Celia.  She had never missed a  night of great dancing an food.  No one could find Celia and not even Hanz and his gang knew where to look.  Had Celia suffered a cockroaches fate?  No, it couldn't be true.  Louie one of the band roaches suggested that Celia probably set out for a new home in someones luggage and was leaving the Plaza in the rear view.  Maybe she was heading out west or down south to where it is always warm and the Zydeco music and party never ends. That is the way Wilfred would always remember Celia, dancing her cookarocha butt off!