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29 Sunday Jul 2018
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29 Sunday Jul 2018
Posted in July Writing, short story
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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!

Having gone through central booking, being fingerprinted, and tossed in a cell with all the other low life’s, I was finally called in front of the judge. I couldn’t wait to hear what the prosecutor would have to say about this crazy accusation. I had showed them my credentials, but since we were so covert, they looked at me like I was insane, and tossed me in jail, anyway.
I walked into the court room and stopped short. There she was, in a red dress, legs crossed and smiling in my direction. ~M! She had a wig on, but I knew it was her. She disguised herself as the prosecutor. Lord only knows what happened to the real one. I didn’t even want to think about it, knowing what had happened to Walt. I had no choice but to go with a public defender since I had no means of hiring another. Come to think of it, I didn’t even get my one phone call!! What an amazing set up. What a mastermind. After weeks of trying to put ~M away, she turned the tables on me. Seems my days as a free woman were numbered.
She presented her case to the judge, who kept a watchful eye on her legs. I couldn’t help thinking he wasn’t even paying attention to what she was saying. I didn’t stand a chance of getting the charges dropped. I needed a miracle, and fast. I shifted in my chair, and that drew the judge’s attention, if only for a brief moment. But long enough for someone to enter the back of the court room without being noticed. I noticed. It was Sarah C. I hadn’t seen her in years, only heard she had been in on the case earlier, with Walt. I waited, impatiently, to see what she was going to do.
By now, the judge was practically drooling all over himself. Seriously? My life was on the line here, hellloooo!!! Suddenly. Something whizzed by my head. And another. I ducked, not wanting to know what it was, only to avoid being killed, if it was a bullet. Then I saw. I had to laugh, but stifled myself. One by one, paper airplanes were flying about the court room. Now I remembered. Sarah C was notorious for distractions. Whenever someone needed one, they called her. Pretty soon, paper was flying all over the place. Some were even decorated. I think Sarah C has too much time on her hands.
This caused quite the commotion, people swatting at these planes, some getting nailed in the head. I imagine she had weighted the noses with something to make them fly better. Then I saw her from the corner of my eye, motion to me to run. She was giving me the chance to escape while everyone else was distracted! I made my way to the back of the court and high-tailed it out the doors. No one saw me leave, not even ~M, who seemed to be more worried about herself than anything else. The judge was hiding behind the bench. It was comical, like a Keystone Cops adventure.
Once I made it safely to the parking lot, Walt was there to pick me up. Seems he called in Sarah C to “bail” me out. We were even. We saved each other from the clutches of ~M. Now it was time to finally put her away for good.
Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…
July Writing Prompt – She wore a red dress – Day 29/31
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29 Sunday Jul 2018
Posted in My Photography, Photography, Silent Sunday
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28 Saturday Jul 2018
Posted in July Writing, short story
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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!

~M was routinely ravished by her evil doings. She delighted in the fact that no one could ever figure out what she was up to. She could be right in front of you and you’d never know it. And she had her daughters up to no good, too. They took great pride in outsmarting any unsuspecting person who happened to cross their paths. They had learned well from dear mom.
The three of them together, ~M, Bri and Auti, were a force to be reckoned with. A trio of masterminds was surely more than a group of bumbling agents could even imagine to tackle. That’s what I was always afraid of. There were now seven of us, and no one had any clue as to where ~M could be. To make matters worse, Walt was missing.
I decided to take it upon myself to go looking for him. There was less of a chance of things being screwed up. Too many chiefs, you know the rest. Getting into my car, I started the engine, hearing a rather odd noise coming from the rear of the car. Thinking the rental was having an issue, I put the car back into park and listened to it idle. The noise wasn’t coming from the car itself. The longer I sat there, the louder it became. I realized, at that point, it was a moan, a human moan! Who? What? WALT!
“OMG, Walt? I hear you. Where are you?” I yelled out.
What I heard was a very muffled “Trun….” And then it was silent again. The trunk! I shut off the car, hit the trunk release, but it was jammed! I grabbed the keys, and tried to manually unlock the trunk. The key hole had been tampered with. I desperately looked around to see if there was something I could use to pry open the trunk. The crowbar was in the trunk. I always thought that kind of odd. What good would it do you if you needed to pry open something quickly? I mean, it’s kind of stupid not to keep it nearer to you, IN the car, right?
Oh sorry, I’m rambling. I do this when I’m upset, overwhelmed, angry, basically any emotion other than calm.
Signaling to the car valet, I asked if he had a crowbar. I explained that Walt was trapped in the trunk and there was no time to lose. He ran to the little hut they had for the valets, grabbed a crowbar and began working on opening the trunk, It wasn’t working. By that time, a crowd was gathering, including my crew. I shot them a look, basically telling them to find ~M, once and for all. She could not get away with this. Playing jokes was one thing, but almost taking a life is quite another.
The cops arrived, CSU in tow, and immediately got the latch opened. There was Walt, tied up, duct taped, and barely breathing. How long had he been in there? I started towards him, and found myself being pinned against the patrol car, and handcuffed. Trying to explain what had happened, and who I was, I was then read my rights and arrested for kidnapping and attempted murder. It was ~M. She called in an anonymous tip, and the cops assumed I was behind all of this.
I was not looking forward to jail. I don’t look good in stripes…
Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…
July Writing Prompt – Routinely Ravished – Day 28/31
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28 Saturday Jul 2018
Posted in Backyard Buddies, My Photography, Photography
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It’s that time of year again, when I start to take weekends off from my blog, not totally, but enough to be able to spend time with my family. So, Backyard Buddies returns for Season 2 🙂
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