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Join me every day at Noon EST for the continuing adventures of the bungling detective, N. Owl, in her quest to bring the mastermind, ~M, to justice!  If you’ve  missed any episodes, you can find them HERE!

Now, I couldn’t possibly tell you what happened in the summer following my birth, because I have no clue. I was only nine months old. Let’s talk about ~M then, shall we?

(cue Femme Fatale music)

She sat on the grass, always with a phone in one hand. Or maybe it wasn’t a phone. Maybe it was her way of communicating with her army of no gooders. She had the look to fool them all. Cute kid, this ~M was, dressed in a frilly dress, coat and, oh, that hat! She could knock them over with a feather. Maybe that’s when the plume infatuation began.

She looked less than enthused with the young boy sitting next to her. After all, he was encroaching on her cuteness. We would later find out that he was, in fact, Charles, although we came to know him as Brian. Another dastardly trick by ~M. She was incorrigible. You had to feel sorry for Charles, his own cuteness hidden in the shadow of his love for ~M. She, well, she couldn’t care less, she was too busy plotting her next takeover.

(end music)

Which brings us back to this unknown doorway we were all standing in. I could see a glint of light coming from a room, nudged the others to look, also, and then started walking towards it. The hallway was dim but not dark enough to have to strike a match. Good thing, too. Remember? We only had one left. I stuck it in my pocket..right…um…uh…oh, here. Phew!

As I got closer to the door with the light coming through the bottom, I could hear the faint sound of papers being rustled. It had to be ~M in there, probably working on her next installment of “How can I drive them crazy in August?” writing prompts. She was so good at what she did, and everyone knew it. Still, it was hard to figure her out, but I was determined.

Deciding whether or not I should open the door and surprise whomever was on the other side of it, Cory decided for me. He sneezed. Understand, Cory’s sneeze could wake the next state over. There was nothing quiet about it. I knew it. We were doomed. But once he had settled back down, I heard the familiar rustle again. How could this person not hear Cory? There was only one way to find out, and I had to be the one to do it.


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July Writing Prompt – In the summer following my birth – Day 10/31

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