murder

Teamwork

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Bar cellar, wooden barrels with candles, bright lights

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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/15/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

Agribalka had to be stopped. Nepotism at its worst, twenty-one workers on the Silver Road had perished under her leadership. Loren, Mattie, and Grizzle chose the dartboard as arbiter for their final decision on how to end her. Over many flagons of Rusalkan Milk, they generated an unsurprisingly long list; Agribalka was universally hated. Continue reading →

Sleeping Rough

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Brass sculpture of a homeless person, lying on a bench

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From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (11/24/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!

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Temperature fluctuations from global warming had made our job a lot more challenging. If crime-solving technology had kept up to environmental press, we might’ve had a chance in solving this case that’d happened sometime in the snowy months. As it turned out, the body hadn’t been discovered until Third Spring Thaw. We were called in determine: murder, or societal neglect? Continue reading →

Reversal and Gratitude

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Here’s a two-fer for Linda Hill’s Just-Jot-It January 2023, combining Sadje and Carole Anne’s prompt words. They just seemed to flow together in a stream of consciousness story. We’re only half way through the month, but if you want to play (read others’ posts and/or write your own) here is where you go to join in! The prompts are:

Reversal (Sadje @ http://lifeafter50forwomen.wordpress.com )

Gratitude (Carol Anne @ http://therapybits.com/)

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January 13 – Reversal

While it wasn’t exactly a face palm, her forehead did wind up lowered into her left hand, head tipped to the side. She gazed at him from under her curtain of curly bangs, unable to believe what she was hearing now. Her elbows dropped to the dark wooden table as her left hand met the right and clasped her mouth. She sighed and looked at him straight on. “How in the hell did we get to this place?” Continue reading →