For the last full day of global top-half summer, our waving but unwavering maven of history’s mysteries, Rochelle, has boxed-up a deal with Alicia Jamtaas. That duet has flat-out challenged our fictioneer muses to contrive artful `songs or stories of fewer than 101 words. I don’t think titles or postscripts count, lest she DQ’s me.
Click any box, bike, or item in Alicia’s photo and UPS will pick you up and creatively deliver you to Rochelle’s post of purple passions to open the what-ifs and where-how’s of joining the fray.
Genre: Murderous Mystery
Title: Friends in Low Places
Word Count: 100
“You didn’t have to shoot him, Bill.”
“His last bad joke. My gun’s in the blue-handled box.”
“Nothing’s priced. What’s up behind the curtain?”
“Porno auditions. You should try out.”
“Focus, Bill. We need that damn gun. This shooting people over jokes needs to stop.”
“It wasn’t the joke. He was an asshole and an organ donor. I made the world a better place with one shot.”
“Oh? HE was now? Okay. We’ll pick up what’s left at the morgue tomorrow. She wants a grand for the box. She must know.”
“Well, crap! Ask her if she’s an organ donor.”
Look both ways to make your world better.
Mind the gaps, especially in murder plots.
“Remember what the dormouse said, feed your head.”