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Routinely Ravished ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

28 Saturday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, short story

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

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…

 

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July Writing Prompt – Routinely Ravished – Day 28/31

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Backyard Buddies ~ Little Robin – #myphotography

28 Saturday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Backyard Buddies, My Photography, Photography

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#BackyardBuddies, #mybackyard, #myphotography, #nofilter, baby, birds, dorindaduclos.com, fledgling, nature, Night Owl Poetry, Photography, robin

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  🙂

Baby robin (fledgling), waiting for mama to return with food.

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Abstemious Intentions ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

27 Friday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in July Writing, short story

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

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One of the best parts about staying in a lovely hotel is always the Continental Breakfast. This place was no different, although they offered more than the usual fare of Danish and coffee. I made my way to the buffet, checking the hallway as I exited my room. You can’t be too careful, you know. ~M could be anywhere and I didn’t want to be caught in the elevator without backup. Coast clear, off I went.

I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t find the crew at breakfast. After the lemon debacle last night, I doubted they would even want breakfast. I had a chance to gather my thoughts and enjoy a nice cup of coffee without someone chattering in my ear. Of course, that didn’t last long at all. Mildred was the first one down. She looked green. I offered her a croissant, and I do believe she turned an even darker shade of green. Oh dear. This was not going to be a good day. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of them.

One by one, they filtered into the dining room. Cory and Fred went for dry toast, Michael grabbed a roll and some meats, and then thought twice, and joined the other two men with the dry toast. I couldn’t help but smile, watching them flop down, like they had been up all night, burning the midnight oil. I’m sure they had been up, but there was no oil involved. Penelope, as usual, was pouting, complaining to the others that they had ruined her night. She was the same shade of green as Mildred. I waited, as they got their toast, and the ladies had tea, before I laced into them about their behavior.

Walt. Where the heck was Walt? I asked the others, but they all had that confused look on their faces. No one knew where he was. I prayed he wasn’t up to his fiery deeds. I don’t think I could handle another one of those. I signaled for the bellhop, and asked if he would be so kind as to check on the gentleman in room ### (still not telling). He nodded and said he would be back soon. Upon returning, he informed me the room had not been slept in and there was no one inside. Walt’s belongings were there, but he wasn’t. This had me really worried. Could ~M have gotten to him without us knowing?

I couldn’t eat anymore, and by the looks of things, the others wanted nothing more than to get away from the food. My tirade would have to wait.  Now, not only did we have to find ~M, we also had to find Walt. I hoped we would before it was too late.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Abstemious intentions – Day 27/31

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Friday Fantasy ~ Until the Day – #poetry #mermaid

27 Friday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry

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#poetry, baby, child, dorindaduclos.com, fantasy, Friday Fantasy, love, mermaid, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, sea, water, writing


Mermaid baby, little one, drift upon this silent sea

Find your place, among the waves, let the waters set you free

Let the sunlight guide you, though storm clouds threaten here

Bask in everlasting hope, knowing happiness is near

Sleep, for now, sweet baby, on a leaf, until the day

You hear the ocean call to you, tis love, it does convey

 

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#TBT ~ Mother of Pearl – #poetry

26 Thursday Jul 2018

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poems, Poetry, Throw Back Thursday #TBT

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Asleep in the bed of an oyster’s chateau

The jewel of the ocean in illuminating glow

Pink against white against gray, simply grand

Mother of Pearl holds the sea in her hand

Dreams of the beautiful treasure she’ll grow

With one grain of sand and the waters below

Lined with nacre, layer upon layer

Mother of Pearl, iridescent purveyor

 

 

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