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Night Owl Poetry – Dorinda Duclos

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Pouty Penelope ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

22 Sunday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, short story

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Pouty Penelope, from Perth
An Aussie, from the other side of Earth
Was called in by the Chief
Claimed she was quite the thief
Seems he felt us, all, rather dearth

So we add this Sheila to our repertoire of tomfoolery. I’m now saddled with the three stooges, firebug Walt, and the wonder from down under. I’m not sure what I did to deserve this, but I was determined to find out!!

They called her Pouty Penelope because she pouted whenever she didn’t get her way. Good luck trying to pull that one on me. I was in charge here. So, I rounded up the troops, laid out a battle plan I had concocted the night before, and sent them on their ways, hoping, no praying, they wouldn’t get caught. Penelope didn’t like her assignment, and so, she stood in front of me, lower lip fully extended out, and waited. I glared back at her and shooed her away, but she kept standing there.

“Your pouting will not work with me” I told her. “Go on, get to your work. We have to get to ~M before she gets to us.” I reminded her. She wasn’t budging. I was so uptight from the weeks of dealing with idiots, I blew my stack, yet again. Screaming in her face, I told her to move her arse or she’d be fired. If I was trying to be discreet and not draw attention to us, I was failing miserably. This was the last thing I wanted. I waited. She got the message and off she went, mumbling something to herself. Damn accent of hers.

Now that I got rid of her, I needed to head into the lower section of town. God only knows what I’ll encounter there.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Pouty Penelope – Day 22/31

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The Answer is the Question ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

21 Saturday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, short story

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#JulyWriting, army, arsonist, Auti, book, Brian, candles, car, Charles, cobblestones, crime solving, dark, detective, dinner, doors, doorway, dorindaduclos.com, drums, eruptions, fire, game, gas, jiggled, joggled, magic, Night Owl Poetry, persnickety, plane, powerful, Putting My Feet in the Dirt, riddle, sleeping powder, The Tenneesee Poet, tunnel, Walt, windows, words, writing, writing prompt, ~M

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The piles of dirt were placed in a circular pattern in the back of ~M’s yard. I thought it strange she had not come out to investigate what all the noise was. A bulldozer isn’t exactly quiet. But there was no sign of her anywhere. Maybe she had gone to the store, or she was just out for the day. Even the girls were nowhere to be found. I made sure to keep my eyes open just in case she had something planned for us. Well, Walt. She didn’t know us. Did she?

When ~M finally arrived home, she found me sitting in her backyard, with my feet in a pile of dirt. I have to admit, it’s an interesting sensation, a rather cooling, calming effect. When I heard her on the patio I glanced up, with a smile on my face, and waved.

“I’m sorry?” ~M looked confused. “Do I know you?”

“We met a couple of weeks ago! I was walking past and you were sitting out front with your feet in the dirt. I’ve been thinking about that ever since, so I decided to stop by to ask if I could join you. No one answered your bell, and I have to admit, I was kind of bummed when there was no dirt in the front yard, but on my way back to the car, I spotted all this dirt back here. I hope you don’t mind. This is wonderful!”

Still looking confused, ~M put her packages down and slowly walked over to where I was sitting. Truth be told, I was in a rather precarious predicament. If she decided to pull one of her tricks, I was a goner. I couldn’t move, unless I kicked the dirt. I’d have to remember that, and be sure to have good aim, too.

“I’m N” I said. “And you are?”

“I’m ~M” she replied.

“Great, we’re a couple of letters!” and we both laughed. That eased the tension a bit and ~M decided to join me in the dirt. Looking around, she asked, “Was all this dirt here when you got here?” I nodded yes and swept my hand across the yard, indicating the mounds were all here when I got here.

“Hmmmm” she said aloud. Then “HA! I know the answer!”

“Okay” I said. “Um, what was the question?”

“The answer IS the question.”

“Swell. So what’s the answer?” It seems ~M had a fondness for riddles. She refused to say anything further and just continued to play in the dirt. I’ll figure it out eventually….I think.

 

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July Writing Prompt – The answer is the question – Day 21/31

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Time Prospered ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

19 Thursday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, short story

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More like time perspired. I had less than two weeks left to bring this mastermind they call ~M, to justice!

However, according to Walt, time remained on our side as we diligently ransacked ~M’s entire home. We didn’t care if she knew we’d been there. We were looking for one thing. And none of us had found it. Exasperated by our failings, I knew we needed to gather our thoughts, compare notes, and finally, get out of there.

Walt had already exited through the house, on his way to take ~M in and set her down on the sofa. We all hoped when she awakened, she would just think she had fallen asleep. Explaining the rather large headache she was sure to have, would be something else. Minutes passed and still no Walt. I was getting worried. What was taking him so long? When he showed up again at the door, he was a white as a ghost. And empty handed. ~M was gone. Walt had miscalculated the time the sleeping powder would remain in effect. When he got to the car, the door was open and ~M was gone. He searched but couldn’t find her. Not even a foot print left behind. Damn, she was good, but boy, is she gonna be pissed!!

We left the house, got in our cars, and started to head back to the hotel. Fire engines, with sirens blaring, raced past us in a blur. Walt watched as they headed in the direction of the bar. He turned, winked at me, and got in his car. It was then I knew. Shaking my head, I got in my car, Cory, Mildred and Fred all jabbering away in the back seat, and took off. I needed a drink, and this time, Diet Coke wasn’t going to do it.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Time prospered – Day 19/31

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Scared for Good ~ #poetry #dark

14 Monday May 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in dark poetry, Poems, Poetry

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In a darkened place, beside a tree
A rusted, old, antiquated jalopy
Sat with no driver, appeared empty
Not really sure how this could be

The headlights were on, beaming
Light through the fog, streaming
In the distance, someone screaming
Please wake me up, I must be dreaming!

This nightmare has gone too far
I can’t get away, from this wicked car
I’m not even sure where we are!
This whole thing is quite bizarre

Wait. What do I mean saying we?
All this time, I thought, it’s only me
I’m not really sure what it is I see
But this forest has become too creepy

Half asleep, I try to make my way back
Through the foggiest mist, in the black
Of night, where the spirits always attack
And I find myself, way off track

Fumbling around, looking for light
Not another soul, within my sight
Thank goodness, that would be a fright
If someone else, came out, in the night

Running blindly, through the wood
Flashbacks of evil, a lost childhood
I’d awaken myself, if I could
Nightmares keep you, scared, for good

 

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