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“How Much Do You Drink?” She Asked.

  • by jenHow much do you drink?
  • on the Indonesian island of Flores
  • looks pretty cute in his mugshot
  • vital, sunburnt, carefree
  • dazed but not seriously injured

“How much do you drink?” she asked.

“Like I’m on vacation on the Indonesian island of Flores,” he assured.

She eyed him with a smirk. “You look like a guy who looks pretty cute in his mugshot: vital, sunburnt, carefree. Like the bar fight you were arrested for left you dazed but not seriously injured.”

He shrugged and she admired his lazy smile. “But in any case, you have the right to remain silent.” She cuffed his wrists together behind his back. “I’ll have to ask the booking officer if I can have a copy of your mugshot to see if I’m right.”

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Pulling Back The Tarp

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  • reveals the bloody guts
  • a blond haired woman in a jogging suit
  • a paper cup of hot chocolate
  • the signs were there
  • an overall consensus on what we can all agree on

Pulling back the tarp reveals the bloody guts underneath, reveals them to a blond haired woman in a jogging suit holding a paper cup of hot chocolate. The other detectives swill coffee, but especially on a chilly morning like this Monique Saint Claire preferrs something sweet.

“Detective Saint Claire, this isn’t your case.”

“S’pose not, Detective Jones, but it is my neighbor,” Monique replies. Steve Jones frowns at her over his styrofoam cup.

“Your landlord such a hard-ass that his tenants jump off their balconies if they’re late with the rent?”

“Nah, he’s a peach. The super’s an asshole, though.” Monique frowns at the mess on the sidewalk. “This is Mike. Just moved in. And he didn’t jump.”

“What makes you say that?”

Monique isn’t sure how to explain the obvious to a fellow detective. “You should have already figured it out,” she says, “the signs were there.” Signs that include Mike’s dressy shoes, and the long silver hairs tangled in his fingers.

“Just go finish your morning stroll, or whatever,” Jones says. “Don’t make this suck any worse. We already reached an overall consensus on what we can all agree on, before you showed up.”

 

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Doesn’t Do To Enter A Stressful Occupation

  • k-avatarpressed up close, I’d imagine
  • plagued by depression and anxiety
  • vices are often hid
  • in front of the wall safe
  • that’d be the day!

Doesn’t do to enter a stressful occupation if you’re already plagued by depression and anxiety. But my shrink said what I needed, what would break my downward spiral, was excitement. He was just using me to perpetrate espionage on his chief rival down the street, but he explained it like this: safecracking would be therapeutic for me, and our doctor-patient confidentiality would protect me in the event that my shrink somehow ran afoul of the law.

“You’ll love it, once you try it. The trick will be getting you to stop!”

That’d be the day!

So now I’m curled into a ball in front of the wall safe in the rival shrink’s pitch-black office. I’m pressed up close, I’d imagine, trying to slip into the wall itself in my desperation to hide. I just know I’ve tripped some kind of alarm and the cops are racing to the scene. My shrink wasn’t using me after all. He was just trying to get rid of me. Throwing me to the wolves.

I pull myself together, and pull myself up the wall until I’m standing, staring at the dull metallic surface of the safe I’m now determined to defeat. My hearing is heightened by a lifetime of paranoia, making the action of the lock as plain as speech. Gifts are often hid within burdens, as vices are often hid within virtues. The safe clicks softly open, and I behold the scent of chocolate chip cookies.

The note on the plate is addressed to me.

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It Wasn’t Often

  1. by jenCharacter – small-town cop
  2. Setting – the Concorde
  3. Object – camcorder
  4. Situation – sending telegrams

It wasn’t often that I got out of Hicksville, so this vacation was proving to be a real eye-opener. New York City had been intimidating enough, but now, here I was, zooming across the Atlantic faster than the speed of sound. When we landed we’d be in France. Holy smokes!

I thought back to my turn in the limelight, my 15 minutes of fame on that game show Bet Ya Can’t! My time in the Boy Scouts and my police training kept my Morse Code skills sharp, and I had been the first contestant to successfully receive a telegram and send an appropriate response. That’s how I won the grand prize – a trip to Europe on the Concorde, and a brand new camcorder!

Yee Haw!

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Signs Point To Yes

  1. by jenCharacter – Dick Clark’s evil dopplegänger
  2. Setting – Pere-Lachaise
  3. Object – Magic 8 Ball
  4. Situation – group sex

Signs point to yes.

“Excellent,” breathed Click Dark. “Excellent.” He tried to cackle, but it didn’t work. He carefully rested the Magic 8 Ball on Morrison’s tombstone and stepped back. The crowds were always thin this time of day in the fall, but he’d need to work quickly.

His blow gun made short work of the gendarme, and Dark was able to begin drawing the arcane symbols necessary for tonight’s ritual.

A group of Australian tourists was the first to fall into his trap. They quickly disrobed and began their gyrations. Dark started the video camera and smiled, feeling his own arousal. A lone French student and three Germans completed the group.

Dark watched the steam rise from the twelve nude bodies, and completed his calculations. The blond boy. He would be first. Dark stepped out of his trench coat and joined the group.

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Rizollo Was Sullen

  1. Character – drug dealer with a heart of gold
  2. Setting – the catacombs
  3. Object – syringe
  4. Situation – hysterical blindness

Rizollo was sullen, but mercifully didn’t pull rank. He didn’t buy any excuses for dealing narcotics, didn’t want hear some street pusher’s side of the story, but even Rizollo could see that something odd was going on. He bagged the syringe as evidence and watched the proceedings warily.

Nobody was talking. Amplified echoes of distant dripping overlaid the charnel smell and vague, almost subsonic reverb of the city permeating these ancient tunnels.

Hemp was shivering. He was pale. Nobody had a blanket, so Williams draped his jacket over the poor guy’s shoulders. His pupils were gone. Constricted down to nothing. Which was very strange in such a dark place.

“Hemp?” Williams asked gently. “What happened back there?”

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Philip Stared Down The Barrel

  1. by jenCharacter – gay bike messenger
  2. Setting – shooting range
  3. Object – one-way plane ticket
  4. Situation – first day with the new brain

Philip stared down the barrel of his .357. Unlike the other alleys at the shooting range, his target wasn’t a human silhouette; it was a plane ticket. A one-way plane ticket to San Francisco.

BLAM!

The ticket made a very small target, and Philip missed wide to the left.

His coach, Bernard, clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Phil. Everyone has trouble their first day back. That new brain will take some breaking in, but soon enough you’ll be back to your old self.”

BLAM!

Too high, and still wide to the left.

Philip wondered whether he’d ever really be back to his old self. His old self was proudly queer and ready to move to The Castro with Jerome. He already had a job lined up as a bike messenger. But then, that horrible day as a bike cop during the riot, taking a keg to the head. The brain transplant. Philip wondered if he’d ever feel gay again.

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The Cops Swarmed

  1. by jenCharacter – Pirate
  2. Setting – A smelly, gray beach
  3. Object – Handful of dirt
  4. Situation – Police search

The cops swarmed all over the beach. It had once been pristine, but was now gray with fingerprint powder, and stank of both sweaty detectives and wet dogs. The K-9 unit was enjoying the outing at least.

Black Kent stroked his beard with his wrist stump. Of course they had taken his hook when they’d placed him under arrest. His mood was blacker than his moniker. When were they going to admit that they had no evidence? As soon as they released him from this blasted squad car, he’d be on his ship and sailing for the southern hemisphere.

A uniformed officer ran up with a handful of dirt. “Sarge, I think I found something!”

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Dave Could Not Believe

  • a chorus of raspberries
  • gimme!
  • groped for buttons on the underside
  • hollow-eyed and pale
  • spread-eagle on the hood of the patrol cruiser
  • unmitigated imbecility

Dave could not believe his own unmitigated imbecility. He frowned through the windshield at the policemen, hollow-eyed and pale, from his perch spread-eagle on the hood of the patrol cruiser. He’d defeated the alarm system and picked four locks, only to get run down by the fuzz while jaywalking.

As the money he’d dropped fluttered down the street, Dave groped for buttons on the underside of his watchband, hoping the transition to a universe where he could be so stupid had also remade his timepiece into a versatile super-weapon. Gimme!

No use.

The officers got out and cuffed him to a chorus of raspberries from the other pedestrians.

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