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:
Nosey Neighbours
So the police are here again, probably as a result of my tongue-wagging, rumour-spreading neighbours.
Squeaky Sue, at the southern fence, is not the worst, I believe, nor are Limpy and Blin’ to the north.
No, I suspect Gertie the Glove, who lives opposite, to be the main pot-stirrer, although they all like to chip in with their tuppence worth, even Blin’, who can’t see the length of his admittedly sizeable conk.
‘So where did you say your wife is,’ asks Inspector Vide-Tête with careful casualness.
‘I thought you were the detective,’ I sigh. ‘Like I said seventeen times already, I suspect she’s gone off with her paramour. Which, although perhaps immoral, is hardly a crime worthy of the involvement of one such as you.’
He spends a few moments looking important, then asks if they can look around.
I shrug and wave an arm before requesting that they don’t disturb the ducks who nest in the well.
In less than no time there are frogmen plunging recklessly into the wildfowl’s habitat, causing me to shake my head sadly.
I wave to Gertie, who scowls pleasantly, then to Blin’, who fails to respond, and Limpy, who falls over in surprise.
Even Squeaky, who’s not the brightest, should know I wouldn’t pollute good water with the rancid corpse of a rancid wife.
No, she has, as I informed les Flics, gone off, quite literally, with her moronic beau.
They are safely entombed in the sewage tank deep beneath the garden shed.
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Excellent resting place for such a fetid duo. Most enjoyable listen.
Laughing. You’re a harsh judge, Violet! Happy you enjoyed the reading.
That was great. Beautifully done, CE.
Thanks, Chris, I’m smiling here.
The last line made me chuckle. I thought he was falsely accused. Love the descriptions of the neighbors. Great storytelling as always!
You’re too sweet and trusting, Brenda, he’s a rank bad yin!
Just when I thought you were innocent you went back to your old tricks again! Two more for the body count.
I get withdrawal symptoms, Keef, I found it easier to stop smoking than to give up the occasional wee homicide!
I almost feel I know this cast of characters.And poor old Inspector Vide-Tête doesn’t stand a chance against this wily foe.Utterly delightful.
They’re a curious collection, for sure!
Glad you enjoyed.
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