He wasn’t thrilled about the recent hauntings and kidnappings either. With the janitor’s permission, of course. Flashlights in hand, my pals and I the snuck around. Once bustling with classmates, the hallways were eerily empty. Where’s the harm in that?”Įvery breath dedicated to unraveling the most tangled of life’s mysteries.Īfter hours, school gave me the heebie-jeebies. I may be retired, but an old dog like me can sense trouble when it’s around. As Gloria left the room to fetch my afternoon pills, I gripped my walker, hoisting myself up. “Miss Finnegan, you are being nosey again,” The nurse teased, wagging her finger. As soon as the yellow police tape was removed, the son was quick to move into the lovely estate. “His son moved in so quickly after his father’s death, don’t you think?” I pondered. “They said it was a robbery gone wrong, yes? Poor thing.” “Dear? Did you hear about Mister Massey next door?” I asked. Lady Whiskerdown, my faithful companion, leapt into my lap. Looking out the window once more, I watched the new neighbors shuffle cardboard boxes. Accepting the cup, I nodded with a smile. “Miss Finnegan, are you feeling alright?” The aid, Gloria, handed me a porcelain teacup embellished with golden roses. The rain would arrive later, my bones could sense it. On the coffee table, there’s a tray of tea and oatmeal cookies. That sunny summer morning on Cherry Blossom Lane, I sat cozy in my armchair. “Please do, inspector.”Įvery incarnation, there is a trail I’m bound to follow.
The rainy daze dnd full#
Now, you want to tell me where that million-dollar diamond is? Or do I have to search you myself?”Įyebrow raised, she offered a wide wolfish grin, full of teeth and poison. I lit a cigarette and eyed the moon. “A dame like you is going to be in a world of trouble someday.” She snickered, her fingers inched towards the gun holstered on my hip. “Couldn’t we just run off together instead? It’d be so easy.” Easy, she says. The robbers are probably long gone by now,” The minx kissed me, full and feverish. “Let’s forget about this little museum jewel heist. “Finn, darling,” Her hands slip inside my coat, warm as a shot of ice cold whiskey. On a lonely street corner by the museum, I stood there in the pouring rain. The city was a graveyard, grey and cold and deadly silent. In every lifetime, I’d been born a bloodhound. This work on fiction is based on last week’s post, the 5 archetypes of fictional detectives. Let me know what you think in the comments. When it comes to filling any blanks, I’ll leave it to your beautiful imagination. It’s dialogue heavy and with limited descriptions. I always said I’d play around with it on a rainy day. Two 100-word stories in a row? Crazy! Actually, this one’s been sitting in my drafts folder for YEARS. “If beef is in cow, then hamburger is in cow.” Let Smee sleep in red dwelling with riding beast.” “Generous one said hamburgers come from beef, yes?” Together, they stood in front of the vaporized remnants of a cow.
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