Sunday, January 15, 2017

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Post 1425. Sunday January 15

The twelve given words at this week’s Sunday Whirligig are slip, well, grief, turning, place, breathe, source, glimmering, coins, thrown, something and still

Sunday’s Whirl’s twelve are water, sense, peak, draw, blue, wake, circle, singe, ribbon, stitch, shrill and become.



Good grief, what ‘appened ‘ere then? asked a red-faced PC Creasey. He was out of breath and suffering from a severe case of stitch after running from the village. 

‘You OK Creasey old chap?’ asked Dave the Diver. 

‘I'm er, well thanks’ he puffed grabbing the peak of his helmet and straightening it.

‘He’s very wet’ said Creasey.

Dave turned, pointed to the river and said nothing.

‘Oh yea’ said Creasey ‘Daisy Duck’s ‘ad chics’. Daisy quacked ‘hello’ whilst her little ones swam frantically in her wake as she pointlessly paddled round in circles.

‘Creasey!’ bellowed Forensics Freda.  ‘We’ve got a corpse down here!’

‘His lips are blue' said Creasey. My daughter's got some blue lipstick. Looks stoopid on 'er if you ask me’. 

Freda ignored him. ‘Question is, did John Doe slip into the water or was he thrown?’

‘Oh, we’ve got a name then’ said Creasey.

‘No! That’s what we call unidentif.....oh forget it.’ shrieked Freda her voice become more shrill by the word. She slowly drew breath and composed herself. ‘We are still trying to identify him’. She pulled something from his pocket; a  piece of soggy paper, then a few coins. She photographed the pink ribbon around his wrist and the nasty red singe on his cheek. ‘None of this makes sense’ she said.

‘Ahem’ said Creasey. Freda looked up and saw a glimmer in his eyes. Perhaps he had something useful to add.

‘I’ve got to go back my place’ he said. ‘Mary's makin' a beef pudd'n for lunch and I promised I wouldn't be late’. With that PC Creasey plodded off.





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23 comments:

  1. An entertaining mystery with the sleuth a man of definite priorities!

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    1. Oh yes, pudding is far more important! Thanks for dropping by.

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    2. Yip. Pudding gets cold; the corpse can't get much colder.

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    3. Exactly! Why waste a good pud for a lost cause?

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  2. I think it was the Mr. Drake as the ducklings don't look like him!

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  3. Chuckling at PC Creasy's lack of focus, not likely this case will get solved soon! Great job weave a whole list of words into the story, Keith!

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    1. As is often the case, most of this week's conributions are intense, deep or dark, so why not lighten the mood with a bit of nonsene?! Cheers JTS

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  4. Love this, Keith. You created a new Inspector Clouseau!

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  5. What a creative story using these cue words!

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  6. Hi Keith - way too difficult for the village constable - lunch is much more important ... actually probably making sure his wife doesn't get him! Fun to read - cheers Hilary

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    1. Far too difficult! A clear cse of prioritising!

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  7. Made me think of Father Brown - village life throws up many a curiosity :-)

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  8. Now I want some 'pudd'n'.....the chocolate kind, that is.

    - Lisa

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  9. Food....is the answer to everything...isn't it..

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    1. It certainly is, infact I'm feeling a little peckish right now!

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  10. Ha! I, too, like the illustration.

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