The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
The Glove
‘Inspectorr, surr, there’s been a murrderr!’
‘Well done, Constable Keith, those elocution lessons are proving to be a sound investment.’
‘Cheers, mate! Och, I mean, thank ye, surr. We’re getting reports of a richt rammy out by the porridge factory.’
‘Let’s go! You drive and I’ll do the siren. Nee-nah, nee-nah…’
‘Surr, over here. We found an eye-witness, and this.’
‘A glove and a feather and lots of blood, hmm. First person to suggest a foul deed will be on traffic duty in Auchenshuggle for the winter. Where’s the eye-witness?’
‘Here, old boy! I saw two chaps in kilts, looked like Highlanders, fighting with claymores. What? No, not anti-personnel mines, bloody big swords!’
‘Hmm, two Highlanders, eh? I thought there could be only one. What about the hens?’
‘Nary a chicken, in sight, old bean. But it was still quite dark, and I’d maybe taken a wee dram, so I couldn’t see too clearly.’
‘Surr, the crime scene techs are here. Can I go and help big Senga out of, em, I mean into her jumpsuit? I might learn something.’
‘I’m sure she could teach you a thing or two, laddie, but no, you go and do a door-to-door.’
‘Aw, surr…’
‘Senga, I suppose it’s too soon to expect much, but what have you got for me?’
‘Well, sir, the owner of that glove is a young, red-haired, well-groomed, married man, who is currently losing a lot of blood.’
‘Amazing! But how…’
‘His hand’s still in the glove, sir.’
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Fun stuff…from start through comments. Now I shall go to work with a little smile instead of begrudgingly.
Thank you.
Great dialogue! Reading it was amusing, then listening to it had me laughing along! Nice one, sir!
Senga’s on the ball. I wonder how she’d explain the feather. A chicken thief caught red (blue) handed robbing the chicken coop by an over-zealous farmer? Lots of chuckles in this story. I haven’t watched an episode of Taggart for a long time. I must do so.
Glad you enjoyed, Margaret.
I think Taggart is best viewed from a distance, in my case the best part of 40 years!
“No, not anti-personnel mines, bloody big swords”
lol’d
nice extra twist on the end, gotta hand it to you, this week, c.
Glad to amuse, Lieutenant Farley!
Murrderr!! This was THE BEST!!! I laughed out loud all the way through. What a great story — and oh-so-Scottish!
I’ve been working my way through seasons of Taggert since you mentioned it some time back. Very Taggertish. A little Highlander thrown in.
Taggart was, if nothing else, oh-so-Scottish, to the extent of being a self-caricature.
Sometimes we have to laugh at oorsels, I think!
Glad you enjoyed, Sally
Nice one – apart from the missing glove and the… chopped hand!
Thanks, Chris.
I guess the glove won’t be missed by its owner!
I meant to read the story twice. The first time — I had to stop and search for “rich rammy” “claymores” “Auchenshuggle” “Senga” and such.
The second time … I didn’t have time to read it twice. I’m sure it was a very nice murrderr.
I meant to read this comment once, but didn’t have time.
I’m sure it was a very nice crritique.
Crripes!
Seems like Taggert has the case in hand, as always. 😉 Fun read.
Eeesh!
At least we don’t leave off reading this, empty handed!
You made me laugh & scare my cat! Well done, Sir!
Sorry about the cat, Liz, maybe he/she got my chickens!
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Just laughed out loud in the middle of a cafe!
Brilliant finale to a vividly funny portrayal of a murrderr in true Taggert style – even taking in Highlander.
And the hens.
I think you need a chapeau – or do I mean a ‘Haw Jimmy bunnet’?
Glad to make you ‘Rire’, Jenne, just a wee homage to Scottish kultyir n that.
Sorry I had to duck the chickens, couldn’t find a yolk for them!