“I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you pin that on me?” Hal said.

“Okay, Hal,” the detective said, “who, then, should I pin it on? The donkey?”

“Very funny, detective. Look, I ain’t no big time crime kingpin. I’m just small potatoes and I don’t care who you pin it on,” Hal said, “but I didn’t steal that lady’s pin. In fact, at the time that pin was allegedly stolen, I was down at the Ten Pin Bowling Alley with my buddies.”

“All right, Hal,” the detective said. “I’ll check out your alibi. In the meantime, sit here and stick a pin in it until I get back.”

“Wait detective,” Hal said. “Can you get me a safety pin? I seemed to have lost a button on my shirt sleeve.”

“I can’t give you anything sharp like a pin while you wait here by yourself,” the detective said. “Just roll up your sleeve. You’ll be fine.”

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Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. This week we are asked to use the word “pin” in our responses.

Update: After I wrote this silly post, I remembered that I, like so many adolescent boys, had pinned this classic Farah Fawcett poster on my wall above my bed.