MLMM Tale Weaver — Open and Shut Case

00D21256-CC14-4A76-B0B7-D5B82BA7D37D“This is an open and shut case,” Detective Ron Hayden said.

“What are you talking about?” his partner, Detective Jim Morrisey asked. “We just got here. We haven’t even begun to investigate.”

“Yeah, I know,” admitted Hayden, a chagrined look on his face. “I just always wanted to say that.” Then he asked, “Why is it so cold in here?”

“Because it’s frigid outside and you left the damn door open,” Morrisey said. As Hayden went to shut the door, Morrisey started to look around the bungalow. “This is kind of mysterious,” he said, pointing to the desk in the corner of the living room.

Hayden looked over and saw a clean spot on the desk, free of any accumulated dust. “Looks like there was something here, maybe a laptop computer,” he said. “I see some cables that might have been connected to it.”

Just as he bent down to look under the desk to see where the cables came from, Hayden felt an acute pain from a blow to the head. He lost consciousness for a few seconds and when he came to, he saw his partner putting handcuffs on a guy he was sitting on. “What the hell happened?” he asked Morrisey.

“The perp was hiding in the closet,” Morrisey said. “When you were fishing around under the desk, he ran out of the closet carrying the laptop, hit you on the head with a bat, and tried to run by me. But I tackled him and here we are.”

Hayden stood up, rubbed his head where the bat hit him, and got a big, shit-eating grin on his face.

“What’s with that exulted expression on your face?” Morrisey asked.

“Oh, I’m just so happy,” Hayden said. “This really is an open and shut case!”


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where the prompt is “open or shut.” And for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (chagrin), Your Daily Word Prompt (frigid), Weekly Prompts (mysterious), Scotts Daily Prompt (acute), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (exult).

Tale Weaver — Dance With Me Henry

129D7F7D-6AE2-4802-B92E-DAC897106666“Henry, the romance has gone out of our lives,” Mildred said. “We need to do something to spice things up, don’t you agree?”

Henry, sitting in his easy chair, didn’t look up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Henry, did you hear what I said? Henry?”

“Yes, dear,” Henry absently responded.

“What did I say?” Mildred asked.

Henry put down the newspaper and shot his wife an irritated glance. “You need me to pick up some spices at the grocery store.”

“No, Henry, that’s not even close to what I said.”

Henry could sense that his wife of 35 years was on the verge of tears. “You’re right, sweetheart, I wasn’t listening.” He stood up and walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her. He grabbed her hand and, in as earnest a voice as he could muster, said, “Tell me again what you said.”

“I want us to take ballroom dancing lessons,” Mildred announced. “It will be so much fun. It will be just the spark we need to get some romance back into our marriage.”

“But Mildred, my love,” Henry said, “you know I can’t dance. I have no rhythm and I am afflicted with two left feet.”

“That’s not true, Henry,” Mildred said. “We used to go out dancing a lot back in the day.”

“Yeah,” admitted Henry, “back in the day when everyone did the Twist or the Mashed Potato. That wasn’t dancing, that was gyrating.”

“Oh please won’t you dance with me, Henry?” Mildred implored, with a hint of a twinkle in her eye.

“Okay, dear,” Henry said, “if that’s what you want, sign me up.” He kissed Mildred on her cheek, got up, returned to his easy chair, picked up his newspaper, and hoped that she’d forget about the dance lessons before the day was out.


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The challenge is to weave a tale that features dance.

Tale Weaver — Genius or Idiot?

B6D26D41-911E-4D97-A338-FA419FF4705AThis week the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt asks us to “consider the notion of what constitutes a genius and how different are they from a person who might be considered an idiot.”

What immediately came to mind to me was how Donald Trump calls himself a “stable genius” when, in fact, he is neither stable nor a genius. What he actually is is a delusional, unhinged idiot.

So in Donald Trump’s case, what are sometimes thought to be polar opposites — genius and idiot — are both rolled up into one man.

Wait! I take that back. There’s no genius involved. Trump is a combination of con man and idiot.

Need I say more?

Tale Weaver — That Explains a Lot

2A4A1252-4664-4C1A-9BDF-02903E33C387“Of course I have a concern over what’s going on next door,” Martin said. “The guy’s yard is quickly becoming overgrown with weeds. It would take a herd of goats to clean up that mess on the other side of the fence.”

“I’m not talking about his lawn,” Martin,” Maria said. “I’m talking about his dog with it’s incessant barking. It barks day and night and it’s driving me crazy. At least you get a break from it when you go off to work. I have to deal with it all of the time.”

“Do you remember that dog trainer we used when our dog was having behavior problems? That guy was stellar,” Martin said. “I think I’ll pay a visit to our neighbor and ask him to mow his lawn and tell him about that dog trainer.”

*****

A few minutes later, Martin came running into the house, his face pale and his skin clammy. “Maria, call 9-1-1 now!” he shouted.

“What happened?” she asked. “Are you okay? And what’s that awful smell?”

“It’s our neighbor,” Martin said. “I knocked on his door and when I did, his door swung open. As soon as it opened, the stench hit me. There was his body just inside the door. He must have been dead for at least a week.”

“Well, that explains a lot,” Maria said, picking up the phone to call 9-1-1.


Written for the following daily prompts: Daily Addictions (concern), Your Daily Word Prompt (overgrown), Ragtag Daily Prompt (herd), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (fence), Scotts Daily Prompt (trainer), and Word of the Day Challenge (stellar).

Also for the Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, “open door.” Photo credit: Google Images.

 

It’s About Time

008DF38A-14DD-49B4-A0A4-9E38A824CD2C“A package came for you,” Diane told her roommate.

“It’s about time,” Barry said.

“What time is it?

“It’s time to go,” Barry said.

“What are you talking about?” Diane asked.

“I don’t have time for this,” Barry said.

“Is it from Anita, your ex?” Diane asked. “Maybe she wants to get back together. After all, time heals all wounds.”

“She’s a waste of time,” Barry said.

“But,” Diane responded, “time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.”

“Oh right,” Barry said. “Let the good times roll.”

“Stop being sarcastic.” Diane said. “Aren’t you going to take the time to open the package?”

“I guess this is just as good a time as any,” Barry said, and he proceeded to open the package.

“So what is it?” Diane asked.

“It’s from Anita,” Barry answered. He lifted the watch from the box. “There’s a note attached,” he said. “It reads, ‘Time is on your side.’”

“What do you think she means by that?” Diane asked.

“I honestly don’t know. I guess I’ll ask her next time I see her,” Barry said.

“Well there’s no time like the present,” Diane said. “Call her.”

Barry looked at his watch. “Do you see what time it is? I’m late.” He ran out of the house.

Diane shook her head and said aloud, “Time flies when you’re having fun.”


1ADE4F5C-1676-4A9B-9A62-8B7A4EE431CEWritten for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter prompt and for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt.