Sunday, January 23, 2011

Mystery Dance

When I arrived at the scene no one seemed interested in checking my credentials so I kept my wallet in the pocket of my coat.

As more officers, the coroner and the detective in charge arrived they focused on the corpse; no one gave me a second glance. I remained in the background, observing and considering my options. My only lead, now a dead end, pale and still against a colorful palette of fallen leaves.

The body, daylight and my last hope disappeared about the same time. I humbly approached the detective seeking pity and a possible clue.

This is a response to the 100 word challenge put forth by Velvet Verbosity.

4 comments:

TherExtras said...

You could give Castle a run for his money!

(Admittedly, I don't get out much. Or watch much tv, just Castle on Monday evenings. And As Time Goes By on Sunday evenings.)

You do have a knack for this, Friend. Barbara

Velvet Verbosity said...

Very different from your other entry. Which shows your versatility of course. :) This one had nice rhythm.

Camille said...

Nice! Isn't it amazing the effect you can have in 100 words or less?

you gotta wonder said...

@TherExtras Thank you! These challenges are a great workout for me! I'd like very much to write a full-length detective story.

@VelvetVerbosity I appreciate the challenges you bring us!

@Camille Getting the initial story down is definitely not the hard part! As I'm sure you know, carving and shifting and tilting the words to tell the tale without any fat...that's the tricky part.