Monday morning at 10 AM we get another prompt from Trifecta. You don’t know who Trifecta is? It is a group that provides two prompts each week, on Monday and Friday for your fiction writing pleasure. The Monday prompt is geared to fall between 33 and 333 words and based on a one word prompt. Using the third definition from the Merriam Webster Online Dictionary you will put together a fiction masterpiece. Along with the other nearly 100 writers taking the plunge you will create an exciting story for others to read.
With that said let’s get on to the word for Trifecta Week Ninety-One.
1a : a charred piece of wood
b : firebrand
c : something (as lightning) that resembles a firebrand
3a (1) : a mark made by burning with a hot iron to attest manufacture or quality or to designate ownership
(2) : a printed mark made for similar purposes : trademark
b (1) : a mark put on criminals with a hot iron
(2) : a mark of disgrace : stigma <the brand of poverty> – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.GrhnMUbP.dpuf
As Sophie approached Tom looked up with a brief smile. It was always easier to do this with a full team. Sophie saw things he missed. Why she had that advantage he did not know, but he was man enough to admit it to be true. Her brilliance since coming to the department five years ago had saved his pension so many times he did not know how to thank her anymore.
Sophie examined the victim from head to toe, not moving him, but simply taking stock of the scene. She knelt as her eyes found something interesting and pulled a pencil from her pocket to push some long hair away from what she needed to photograph and show to Tom.
‘What’s that?” he asked? “It looks like some kind of brand.”
“Yeah,” Sophie agreed. “I knew a guy at U.C. that was part of a fraternity with a similar mark. It is made with hot metal, just like when they put the mark on livestock. There is usually a copious amount of whiskey involved, by then they don’t care how much it hurts.
“You’re kidding!” Tom said.
Sophie kept her expression steady, allowing him to think what he wanted.
“No exit wounds, means small caliber at close range.”
“That matches the witness statement.”
“Is there any identification?”
“Yes,” Tom said flipping a couple of pages back in his notebook. “Jeremy Allen Kord”.
“Kord? Son of Conrad Kord?”
“Who is that?” Tom asked.
“The new commissioner of police!”
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