Thursday, April 10, 2014

Problem Solved at Pollensa Bay

copyright – DLovering

“Is this this seat vacant,” asked the large, balding man in his sixties.

She gestured him to sit, brows furrowed absently looking at the unfolding scene.   The street was decked with flags and streamers, the band striking up a tune as people partied.

Cómo estás?  You look a little distracted madam.”  

“Murders” she sighed, “Sometimes they can be tiresome, though poison has a certain appeal.”

“Really?  I am more interested in the affairs of the heart.  I am, if you like to put it that way, a heart specialist”.

She looked interested.

“You are?”

“Mr Parker Pyne at your service”.


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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I'll use this week's Friday Fictioneer as my tribute to the Queen of Crime - Agatha Christie, who in 1932 holidayed in Mallorca.   This would inspire her story Problem at Pollensa Bay in which we meet Mr Parker Pyne.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Holy Apparition

copyright-Kent Bonham
It would be a test of the apprentice’s sleuthing skills.  The boy was getting complacent disposing villains with ease.  A crime fighter needs smarts not just fighting skills.   

He left the photos from musicals starring Fred Astaire and Gingers Rogers at the crime scene and DVDs of King Kong and Citizen Kane.  The link?  Both produced by RKO Radio Pictures Inc.  The logo of a triangle enclosing a thunderbolt was an obvious giveaway.  Forgotten by the public the studio was his now.

He was pleased when the boy wonder walked in.

“Welcome,” he said from his perch.


“Holy Apparition Batman.”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

No darkness this week, only the Dark Knight, who remains perched at the top ;-)

Thursday, March 27, 2014

The Arboretum

Copyright-John Nixon
I hear the susurration of wind in the leaves as they begin to shake and rustle upon my approach.  I watch the trees in the arboretum with branches bent as in graceful mudras of dance.

She demonstrated them to me on a rainy day when we were still together.  The alapadma mudra originating from the story of young Krishna stealing milk and butter with the palms facing upwards, the fingers stretched, separated and extended as if asking “why”. 


The boughs ask those questions of me now.  Why couldn’t my jealous heart share her? Why does my lamentable crime remain underground?


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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Thursday, March 20, 2014

The Second Helping

Copyright -Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“They say that old man on the top floor eats children.”

“Bah! That’s to scare us from going to the top.  I bet we can get inside his house if we knock.”

“You can go I am staying out here.”

When he didn’t come back I had go and fetch him.  That seemed to be my duty in life.  Waiting for that lift to descend, opening the rusted doors, gagging in the stench and the whirring sound of the lift slowly cranking it’s way upwards.

“I am looking for my friend.”


“Ah yes, do come in. It’s time for seconds.”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

Friday, March 14, 2014

Burning Bridges

Copyright – Adam Ickes
There were clouds on the horizon when my sister-in-law called to say that she was leaving.  My brother came back a hero, but found a different world from the one he had left behind.   He had served combat tours surrounded by deaths, witnessed injuries to multiple internal organs, bone fractures, burns and then some more.

Her?  She wept on a soldier's death or suicide; mourned at funerals and memorials.  Then he came back, still adoring her but hitting and screaming intensified. 


“We stand on the opposite sides”, she said, “with no other option than to burn the bridge and run.”

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100