Reflections

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“You must be crazy.  You mean to tell me she had the temerity to tell you that you need to monitor your kids more?”  Sally shook her head.  “I mean talk about needing to look in the mirror.  She has no room to talk with her son suspended last month for alcohol in his locker.”

“I know what Kevin and Kelly did was wrong, but it wasn’t for anything illegal like underage drinking AND drinking at school.  It was an alcohol-free party that just got too crowded and too loud.”  Mary looked tired.  She had been on the phone with parents most of the night.  “So what, the police came and broke up the party.  I know there is no gathering larger than 25 people outdoors allowed but everyone had on masks.  I just kind of wish I knew which neighbor called the police.”


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – temerity

The Sketch

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Amelia was shaken up.  She had just had her purse stolen by a robber.  She did all she could to notice his prominent features so she could describe him to police later.  She did plead with the man to leave her identification, but he took everything including the ring her Mother had left for her.  Police brought in a sketch artist to draw a portrait of the robber.  His salient features made him easier to identify and he was quickly captured.  Luckily most of Amelia’s belongings were returned to her, minus the twenty-dollar bill she had tucked in her wallet.

 

(100 words)

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – salient

Missing Person

For many years he walked a beat

Became a detective when the chance arrived

Moved up through the ranks

Was second in command

I spent many days and nights

Worrying with my mom

Would he be safe

Would he come home

But retirement came eventually

And with it the “golden years”

His wife grew ill and died

Then his health began to fail

But he kept his sense of humor

Right up to that fateful night

When I saw him draw his last breath

And now this holiday feel so empty

Without his loving presence

But he will always live

In my heart forever

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – detective

A Man Of The Law

He was an officer of the law…

He never made others feel guilty
He would mitigate the situation
And calm all of those involved
He became the one in charge
And his men all liked him
He expected work to be done
But he was not against a little fun
He gave more than 40 years
To protect and to serve
I salute him for what he did
And the things that he went through
He comanded the men during some riots
He captured a couple of murderers
He assisted after a bomb went off in the jail
Robberies and accidents
Assaults and tickets
All dealt with using a delicate tact…

This captain will be missed

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – mitigate

The Handsome Stranger 7

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

4 – Flood

5 – Coma

6 – Leave

7 – Trail

Jack Watson was just returning to his desk when his phone rang. He picked it up and it was Fred Sanders from the real estate office. When Jack heard what he had to say he wrote a note for his assistant to get the editor and to call the police back.

Sergeant Wilson hung up the phone and grabbed his hat on the way out of his office. He drove to the real estate office. They were finally getting somewhere. The sketch in the paper had brought forth a lot more witnesses and information. It was finally starting to feel like they were on the right trail to track this monster down.

Fred had all the contact information ready for the Sergeant when he walked in. They talked briefly and the Sergeant thanked him for his help. Heading back to the car he had the dispatcher put a trace on the cell phone and send him the coordinates.

Ten minutes later four officers were closing in on Matthew Plumber as he was sitting at the local park waiting for the right person to come down the jogging trail that would remind him of her again and ignite his fuse. He was focused on a brunette in a blue jogging suit when he heard something behind him.

Sergeant Wilson and his men approached directly behind the suspect quietly and quickly. Guns drawn he announced, “Springfield PD, Matthew Plumber you’re under arrest.” Matthew had prepared for this moment. He moved in one rapid motion standing and reaching for his back pocket as he turned. The Sergeant yelled, “Freeze!” But Matthew kept moving. A move he had practiced many times. He had to make it look good; like he really had a gun. The officers had no choice. The guns rang out and Matthew fell to the ground.

In the weeks that followed they found all the evidence to prove he indeed had murdered four local women and one from Jonesville. He would serve no time though, as he had been pronounced dead on the scene.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trail

The Handsome Stranger

1 – Fluid

2 – Melody

3 – Trap

Sergeant Wilson stood looking at the pictures of the women. There had been three now that had been killed in the area and one over in Jonesville that they think was tied in with this sick bastard. All women in there mid to late twenties, all brunettes. And that was the only connection they had found so far.

The last woman had been murdered near a city park and left behind for a little ten year old boy to find. It made the sergeant furious to think about. Not only was this nut after women but now that little boy had seen too much. It was like the killer had set a trap intentionally for a kid to find her all stretched out by the jungle gym.

A knock on the door brought the sergeant out of his thoughts. “Come in. how can I help you?”

“Sergeant, Williams just called in, there has been another body found near Jackson Pond.” said the officer. “It is another brunette named Melody Stevens.”

“Call the coroner, and for God’s sake keep the kids and press away this time. Tell them I am on my way.”

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – trap

Vanished

“Be our guest,” played in the background as the DVD spun in the player. No one was watching the movie, it looked like they had just vanished. Empty popcorn dishes stood on the floor with small blankets wadded up beside them. There was a pot of soup simmering on the stove. The table was in the process of getting set for dinner.

No one was in sight. The house was empty. There was no dog lapping at the water dish. No cat purring on the couch. The front door swung open and the police office slowly walked forward announcing his presence. His voice only echoed down the hall, “Police!”

The car was still in the driveway, the mother’s purse was still hanging on the closet door, and her cell phone was softly buzzing on the counter with an incoming message. The detective came into the kitchen and using his gloved hands grabbed the phone and retrieved the message. It was from her husband and said, “Be there in about 20 minutes. I love you.”

The detective talked into his own phone, “Trace this number right away. 555-2678 and get back to me.” He then turned to another officer and said, “Where is the neighbor that called this in?”

An officer came around the corner and with a small gentleman wearing a green coat. “This is Mr. John Harrison sir.”

The detective nodded towards the two men. “Good evening Mr. Harrison. Can you tell me why you called?”

The little man shifted his stance and said, “It was a loud boom almost like a bomb. I looked up and down the street and this was the only house where no one came out to investigate the sound. And I know Mrs. Sanders would have come out to see what it was. I didn’t see any fire or smoke so I figured it was one of those new fangled cannon guns and power bullets.”

The detective tried not to cringe at the man’s lack of correct terminology and asked, “Why did you say the Sanders were gone?”

“Well no one answered the door.”

“Detective Olsen, you might want to come see this,” an officer standing by the back door said. The detective went through the doorway and stopped short of the first step. There in the back yard was a large burned circle in the grass at least 25 feet across. “What the hell… “ was all the detective said.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – guest