How do you delete people from your life?
I wish I could just press those popular keys on the keyboard of my brain.
Ta Da.
Then empty recycle bin.
I need hot chocolate, self produced body heat, and someone to help me do the erasing I need.
Someone be my mechanical pencil.
Also. Job needs to call.
Quivering in antici…pation.
The body lay cold. Blunt object. In the study. Professor Pear stared with empty eyes. The party guests croweded cowardly, because one of them was a murderer. But who?
The scandalously dressed maid was crying. The colonel was pondering. Clues were being analyzed, and it could only be one.
Was it the maid. The butler. The prostitute. The business man. The black widow. Or the military man himself…
Who killed the body in the study? And did he/she use the candlestick or the leadpipe or the wrench?
The characters took brief and quick glances at each other. Accusations glaring in their corneas. Who would be killed next? Who would be forever in repose?
The prostitute, misstress Sally, with her scarlett dress clinging to every curve, pursed her lips and took a guess. “It was colonel mayo with the wrench.”
It was the final guess. The black widow Mrs. Black picked up the envelope. Pulled out the cards slowly, and ever so surreptitiously.
She threw the cards up in the air… Pulling the candlestick out of her evening bag, swinging her way out of the room toward the secret passage.
As she escaped, the cards were shown. Game over.
Betwixt 