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-Eight
a : the supernatural power that according to voodoo belief may enter into and reanimate a dead body
b : a will-less and speechless human in the West Indies capable only of automatic movement who is held to have died and been supernaturally reanimated
b : a person markedly strange in appearance or behavior
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Thirty six hours after the body of Konrad Kord, son of the police commissioner was discovered on Keller Street Tom and Sophie felt they weren’t much closer to having a solid suspect. Martha Kord’s assessment and rationale of why her husband was a good suspect was believable, but there was the salient fact that she was his divorced wife. Her motivations were suspect.
Sophie pushed through the crowd at Kelly’s Bar, looking for her friend. Assistant District Attorney Kelsey Manning was always here at this time. She was dependable in that way, which made it nice for cops like Sophie who needed a chance to run things by here without raising eyebrows either at the court room or the station.
“It took you long enough,” Kelsey said when she caught sight of her friend.
“You have been expecting me?”
“I heard this crazy rumor you were thinking of accusing the commissioner of murdering his son. You wouldn’t do that would you?”
Sophie did not utter a word. Instead her piercing blue eyes remained steady and locked on Kelsey’s.
“Oh my god you are going to! Are you totally nuts! What about your job here? What about us?” Kelsey asked.
“What about us? You talk like we are a couple.”
“We are. A couple of fun loving, hot young females that rock this city. I don’t want to do it alone.”
“Nebraska still has crime. I could always go back to my old job,” Sophie reasoned.
“Yeah, those scarecrow kidnappings are on the increase,” Kelsey chuckled. She smiled as the waiter brought her second Zombie of the night. A trying day in the court room could be washed away with two of these. If she stayed for a third she would be the one washing down the drain.
“So you don’t recommend rocking the boat?” Sophie continued, ignoring the joke.
“Is there enough evidence?”
“Then hold off.”
“If the evidence points that way, he is going down.”
“I’m happy to help.”
Scarecrow kidnappings are serious business. Amber waves of grain alerts can help nab the creeps.
Intriguing write… commissioner suspected. Something is fishy.
I’m enjoying the continuation. I love the line – those scarecrow kidnappings are on the rise – that’s funny. Nice writing.