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

21 Saturday Jul 2018

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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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Catawampus Creatures ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

20 Friday Jul 2018

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We arrived back at the hotel, feeling somewhat like catawampus creatures. We had basically destroyed a woman’s home, in search of, what? What exactly was it we were searching for? Looking at the other four, I posed the same question to them. The blank look on their faces said it all. We had no idea what we were doing. All we knew, was ~M outsmarted us yet again. She truly is a mastermind.

I sat down at the hotel bar, ordered that drink, and thought long and hard about this whole ordeal. I had recruited top vigilantes, who were proving otherwise, discovered both homes, made it through dark tunnels, and crazy cobblestone streets, and most recently, a parade, for what? To wind up back at square one. Square one. The dirt!! I needed to get back to the dirt. Gathering my things, I yelled to the others across the bar. We had work to do. No pity parties for this crew.

I reminded them all of the dirt, and we decided it was time to dig a bit of it for ourselves. Hoping for good weather, we went to the quarry, ordered the dirt, and asked to have it delivered to ~M’s address. Surely she’d be happy to sink her feet in some new soil. I wasn’t looking forward to joining her, but it had to be done. I also needed to remind myself to ask her how she gets the dirt out from under her toenails. It’s the little things…

Planning with the others, Walt was instructed to stay far away from ~M’s. We needed to remain unknown. Walt didn’t have that luxury anymore.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Catawampus Creatures – Day 20/31

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

19 Thursday Jul 2018

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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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A Real Humdinger ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

18 Wednesday Jul 2018

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Walt pulled a real humdinger. He made sure Sarah C gave ~M the pie that was tainted with sleeping powder. Knowing she would be suspicious of anything he gave her, he recruited Sarah from the local office and worked it out with the owner of the bar. Turns out, the only music playing was a loud stereo system. The bar had been closed for months now.

Taking the opportunity to investigate ~M’s home, Walt carried her to the car, buckled her in, (safety first, ya know), and headed back to town. He radioed me to let me know the plan had succeeded and he was on his way. I had no idea what he was talking about. He never let me in on it. . On the way past the bar, Walt threw something out the window. The place went up like a volcano erupting. His fancy for the flame had gotten the best of him. The bar was a pile of ash in no time, leaving no evidence behind as to what might have happened nor who did it.

We met up at ~M’s. We had to be careful because we knew her daughters were home. Picture if you will, myself, Walt, Cory, Fred and Mildred, sneaking into an occupied space, trying to be quiet. Yeah, I can’t picture it either. When all of us finally entered, we split up in five directions, hoping one of us would find out exactly what ~M was up to, and stop her before anything happened. We also had to remember the sleeping powder wouldn’t last forever. We were on borrowed time, so we had to shake our tail feathers. No messing around, no mistakes. Like that will ever happen, I said, as I tripped up the stairs. Mad skills, I tell ya!

Oh! You might be wondering what happened to Sarah C, since Walt torched the building. No worries. She was long gone and back at base before the first spark ignited.

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July Writing Prompt – A real humdinger – Day 18/31

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Flaky and Filling ~ On the trail of a mastermind – #JulyWriting

17 Tuesday Jul 2018

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“Did you bring me out here to romance me? I don’t even know you!” ~M screamed above the music.

“I was hoping to have a nice dinner out here. I thought the candles would add to the atmosphere. I am a poet, a romantic. I’m sorry if I offended you, my dear lady.” Walt said, trying to find a way to calm her down. But ~M kept her distance from him, and he could feel the cold emanating off of her. He offered her a seat, on a blanket the bar had laid down, by the candles. Since there was really nothing else to do, she sat.

Walt raised his hand and a woman, dressed rather nicely considering the venue, came over to them and asked if she could get them a cocktail from the bar. The name on her tag said Sarah C. She was the manager of the place and Walt had her at his disposal. They ordered drinks and off she went.

“What about dinner?”

“I took the liberty of having something prepared for us. I hope you like my choice.”

~M looked even more upset than before. A man she did not know, took her to a place she did not know and ordered for both of them, God only knows. She sighed. The candles gave off a warm glow and she figured she might as well enjoy it. But she kept her guard up. Shortly after their drinks arrived, dinner was brought out. They were tiny meat pies adorned with roses made from the crust. Ugh, she thought, more romance from a stranger.

~M decided she would test Walt. She stuck her fork into the flaky pie crust, scooped out some of the meat filling and offered it to him. Walt was unsure what ~M was up to until he realized she was trying to see if dinner was laced with something that would knock her out. Making him eat it first would let her see she was wrong. So he took the fork from her and ate the food on it. Remarking how really good it was, he then offered her a bit of his own. She never expected what would happen next.

 

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July Writing Prompt – Flaky and Filling – Day 17/31

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