Heavens to Betsy

E564C5E3-664B-4CAA-A8D1-5BE2BBF519FA“Okay, team,” Detective Jim Morrisey addressed the uniformed officers at the crime scene, “What can you tell me about the victim?”

Officer Reynolds looked at his notes. “The victim,” he said, “is Jonathan Siegler, a 46 year old white male who was a member of the Screen Actors Guild. He was currently an extra in a movie that is being filmed in the city.”

“I know of this guy,” Morrisey’s partner, Ron Hayden, said. “He had a small role in an indie movie. It was a quirky flick, sort of a comedy slash horror story, titled ‘Heavens to Betsy.’”

“Never heard of him or of that movie,” Morrisey said.

“The line from that movie that got him noticed,” Hayden explained, “was ‘Heavens to Betsy, why’d you do that?’ It was a classsic line.”

“Well,” Morrisey said sarcastically, “if that was his big line in the movie, it’s no wonder he was a victim of a violent crime.”

“Okay, okay,” Hayden said, laughing. “I just thought it was an interesting bit of movie trivia, even though it may not be relevant to the case.”

“Fine,” Morrisey said, “now let’s get back to the matter at hand. He looked at the assistant medical examiner and asked, “Time of death?”

“Based upon body temperature and lividity, I’d estimate between midnight and four a.m.,” the AME said. “And the cause of death is blunt force trauma to the back of the head.”

“Heavens to Betsy!” Hayden exclaimed.

“Not funny, detective,” Morrisey said.

47EBAE84-147D-4BC8-8734-BBB9A2E1A498Written for Teresa’s Story Starter Challenge and for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (team), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (victim), and Your Daily Word Prompt (guild).

Three For The Price of One

D84B2E9C-0A94-4E73-883B-8617FD4F8A5F“My Darling Greta, I have been longing for this moment,” Fernando said, standing behind Greta and gripping her tightly by her arms.

“Oh Fernando,” Greta said, her head turned so she could look deeply into his eyes. “I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this night, my sweet man. I, too, have been eagerly awaiting this. More than words can express.”

“You make my heart sing, my darling,” Fernando said. “When the spotlight shines on us tonight, together you and I will show the doubters that they were wrong about us. That we can overcome adversity and prove that we have what it takes.”

“Anything, my love,” Greta said, a small tear escaping from her eye and running down her porcelain cheek.

“When the music starts, my darling, we will dance the Flamenco together as it has never been danced before,” Fernando said.

Greta pulled away from Fernando. “Thank you, but I don’t think I can do that,” she said. “I am too overcome with emotions to remember the steps. I’m sorry, my love.”

“But Greta, my darling,” Fernando said. “I know you can do it. All you need to do is follow the birds.”

“The birds?” Greta said. “Oh my darling Fernando, I think the LSD you took earlier is starting to kick in.”

This silliness is for three of Teresa’s (aka, The Haunted Wordsmith) Prompts:

  1.  The Genre Challenge using the photo above from skeeze on Pixabay as the inspiration to write in the genre of melodrama.47EBAE84-147D-4BC8-8734-BBB9A2E1A498
  2. Story Starter Challenge #1 using the phrase “follow the birds”
  3. Story Starter Challenge #2 using the phrase “Thank you, but I don’t think I can do that.

Twittering Tales — My New Bar

352C2F55-CA2F-4D45-9C71-B8528D3EE771“So what are you going to call your new bar?” David asked.

“This Is It,” Ben said.

“This is what?” David asked.

“My new bar.”

“You’re calling your new bar ‘My New Bar’?”

“No. This Is It!”

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, don’t. I can never get a straight answer out of you, anyway.”

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Johnathan Basquez at Unsplash.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Victim

FOWCWelcome to March 5, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “victim.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.