Trifecta-Week Ninety-Seven

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-Seven

ASS

 1. (noun): any of several hardy gregarious African or Asian perissodactyl mammals (genus Equus) smaller than the horse and having long ears; especially : an African mammal (E. asinus) that is the ancestor of the donkey

2.  (noun):
a. often vulgar : buttocks —often used in emphatic reference to a specific person <get your ass over here> <saved my ass>
b. often vulgar : anus3. (adverb/adjective) often vulgar—often used as a postpositive intensive especially with words of derogatory implication <fancy-ass>

 Don’t worry about the big, three-dollar-word language of ‘postpositive intensive’.  Basically, we are asking for something similar to the example.  Think: pansy-ass, fancy-ass, smart-ass, dumb-ass.  This week, your prompt word may be used, as in the above examples, as a suffix.  We aren’t hung up on the ‘postpositive’ aspect of this definition, and you don’t need to be either.  (Though it’s really not difficult to figure out.)

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Sophie Marcus and Tom Welling stood for a moment soaking in Martha Kord’s words. According to her their police commissioner was on the edge of bankruptcy and she fingered him as a suspect in their son’s death due to a twenty five million dollar trust fund that would be split between them in the event of Konrad’s death.

Sophie’s mind circled back to allegations of impropriety against their police commissioner by not only opponents, but the city ethics commission. So far none of the cases had held water, so all it did was cast a shadow of doubt on the force. For by the book types like Sophie and Tom the whispers caused them to bow up like cobras. They talked to their colleagues trying to investigate and understood the politics made every inquiry difficult. Someone did not want the truth known, which just increased the suspicion.

“The job pays quite a bit,” Tom replied. “How can he be broke?”

“He gambles, both in the stock market and the track. The kind of thing the police commissioner wants no one to know. Konrad told him he needed to stop before it cost him the job, but the asshole wouldn’t listen. It never was his strong suit, listening to anyone. It is the biggest reason we are no longer married.”

Sophie looked at Tom as the words settled in her brain. More information meant a better idea of who did what, but this thing seemed to be mushrooming into a potential nightmare as well as a career ender if they were wrong. They would have to figure out how to investigate their police commissioner without blatantly accusing him of murdering his own son.

 

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