The given words at this week's Whirligig are elsewhere, shop, records, way, walk, run, idea, sitting, book, hands, letter and mailbox.
A nine to five job it’s not. Blake’s wife Jane and his kids are used to him always working, hardly ever being home. Whilst they enjoy family time, more often than not he’s elsewhere.
Such is his life as a private detective, a successful and sought after one.
It’s nineteen fifty-two in the evening. Blake is sitting on a bench supposedly studying the book he grips in his hands. He watches as his mark drop a letter or perhaps a card into the mailbox then walk around the corner. He scribbles a few notes; location, times and such in his book along with a reminder to buy a card for his wife’s birthday. 'Twenty o-seven, Market street, Post Office. Jane card'. His records are always precise, exact and detailed. Blakes follows at a discreet distance.
His mark enters a convenience shop and comes out a minute later with a bouquet of flowers. 'Twenty twelve, North Street, 7/11 Store' is entered into the book.
It’s dark, but a car comes past headlights ablaze, just as his mark looks over his shoulder. Blakes sidles behind a tree. He got away with it.
It’s twenty twenty-eight precisely and his mark turns into Juniper Avenue. Blake lives in Juniper Avenue. The mark walks to the door of number thirty- two and knocks
Jane opens the door, takes the flowers and kisses the mark. Blake's children excitedly run around and tug on his jacket.
'Twenty thirty-two. 32 Juniper Avenue. I had no idea', he writes in his book.
There was no way he could have. After all, he’s hardly ever there.