Trifecta-Week Ninety-Five – Rainbow

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.

This is another installment of my serial story about the adventures of Sophia Marcus, homicide detective. You can read the preceding chapters at this page: Detective Sophie Marcus

With that said let’s get on to the word for Trifecta Week Ninety-Five.

RAINBOW (noun)

1:  an arc or circle that exhibits in concentric bands the colors of the spectrum and that is formed opposite the sun by the refraction and reflection of the sun’s rays in raindrops, spray, or mist

2a :  a multicolored array

 b :  a wide assortment or range <a rainbow of flavors>

3[from the impossibility of reaching the rainbow, at whose foot a pot of gold is said to be buried] :  an illusory goal or hope

This week’s word is rainbow.

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Sophie’s silence drew Tom’s attention as they made the drive to the home of the commissioner’s ex-wife. Usually the younger detective would be ruminating over the facts they knew, trying to stitch together a hypothesis about why or who. This ride was abnormally silent.

“If you ask me, the gopher did it. He was always shifty when he sang that song out on the golf course,” Tom said.

“Yeah, sounds plausible,” Sophie said as she looked out the window.

“Hey kid, wake up. Did you even hear what I said?”

“Huh? Of course you told me who you thought killed the kid.”

“Yeah? Who was it?”

“I don’t remember,” Sophie admitted.

“It was the gopher from Caddyshack!” Tom said as he guffawed aloud. “What is going on with you?”

“I am not looking forward to talking to the rainbow chaser.”

“You mean Mrs. Kord?”

“Yep,” Sophie nodded.

“What have you got against privilege?”

“Let’s just say I had my fill in college. The debutantes at my school overdosed me on the whole silver spoon lifestyle. If I even get in the room with that type I begin to get edgy.”

“Well, I need you sharp as you ever are. We need to produce some results soon. I am sure the commissioner will be looking for our report before the day’s end about what progress we have made.

“Then I hope we make some, because right now we have a big pile of nothing,” Sophie said with a frown.

“Rainbow chaser? I have never hear of that term before.”

“You know the type, they think they are going to marry into money and live the lavish lifestyle of the rich and famous.”

“Like my second wife,” Tom replied while shaking his head.

“Well, we are not the first to arrive,” Sophie announced.

In the drive was a van from each of the television stations in the area. This was sure to give them exposure they did not desire. 

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