Raven's Saturday Wordzzle # 58

This is week 58 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. I had a hard time again this week. Guess it isn't the words.... maybe it's my brain. Agggh. Thanks again to Quilly for supplying this week's words.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were: acrobat; grocery store; ceiling fan; dandelion; bumble bee; alabaster; scissors; chartreuse; strenuously; cube Mini Challenge: iPod; poison ivy; computer; interpreter; optometrist





Alonzo's Salvation Part 3


Dr. Vance walked into the smokey tavern and nodded to two gentlemen sitting at the door. He scanned the bar for the victim's wife but she was no where to be found. He asked the bartender if he had seen the Mrs. The bartender gestured to a small booth in the back. Vance approached the alabaster booth. A ceiling fan moved strenuously over the table top. He saw a small cigar in the ash tray. Oddly the cigar had bright red lipstick on the filter. He knew this was the brand that the Mrs. smoked and he caught a faint whiff of the perfume she was famous for wearing. She purchased it at the grocery store on the corner. He knew it was named Dandelion because his wife often wore it too. Where could she have gone?

Alonzo boarded the Concorde carrying only a black brief case. He settled in to First Class and began reading a magazine. An ad for Acrobat & Bumble Bee caught his eye. In a cube shaped advertisement he saw the sail boat of his dream. He took out a pair of scissors and gently cut out the ad. He opened the brief case, laid the ad on top of the money, and quickly closed and locked the case.

As he walked into LAX, he looked for a concierge. He saw a young man with an iPod to his ear. The song "Poison Ivy" blared from the side of the ear buds. Alonzo asked the young man who was typing on the computer if he could call him an interpreter. Alonzo needed to call his optometrist and he did not speak a word of German. Alonzo completed his call and walked into the cool night air. A chartreuse Porshe 911 Carrera S Coup pulled up to the curb and Alonzo got in. The doorman watched the Porshe drive south. He noticed a dainty hand flick ashes from a tiny cigar. The filter had an imprint of bright red lipstick. To be continued or Not

Nursery Rhymes and Other Horror stories

It's another late night and I can't sleep, but who needs sleep anyway? It's almost a full moon and the wind is blowing the clouds so fast that the moon is playing peek-a-boo with me. That's what my head feels like, peek-a-boo with thoughts, memories, and regrets. What ever happened to that little girl who was three and saw the world through rose colored glasses, believed in the Easter Bunny, and thought the world was fair? As I played on the swing set in our back yard, I wanted to be a trapeze artist, a nurse, or a cowboy. I never did those things in real life, only in my imagination. Now I'm too old to fly through the air, go back to school, or learn to ride a horse and shoot Indians. I don't mean any of this to be politically incorrect, you know. Remember "Bang, Bang, you're dead?" And you'd fall down and pretend to die. Then we'd ALL fall down and die laughing, throw down our stick guns and bows, and go play Red Rover. What an inhumane game to teach a child. You divide up in to two teams, wait to be called over by the other team, and then have to break the chain of hands to be accepted. Talk about rejection on top of rejection. Well, I've had my pity party and appreciate a sounding board and anyone who was kind enough to read my rantings.

Thank goodness that my grown-up God is merciful and gives me love and grace for all my thoughts and actions. I'm not sure I'd want fairness from God to me, I much prefer mercy versus justice. My God is a good ole Gal. Y'all come back now. Candace

Gratitude

I am still so new to this blogging world and never quiet know what to say, but I thank all of you for your kind words of encouragement. I am a very private person and don't trust too many people. It's difficult to be intimate with strangers, yet I am beginning to know you by reading your posts and to make a simple comment. Then y'all will be friends and not strangers.

When I first came to visit Pam, I was in pretty bad shape mentally, emotionally, an over all mess. I didn't plan on staying very long, but I have been here for 5 weeks and I feel fantastic. We laugh and play like silly teenagers. Her husband tells us to grow up and we laugh even harder. We ride the Rhino (4 wheel drive sport vehicle) every day to kick up our endorphins. Yesterday we saw 3 does running out of the woods. They were so full of life and energy. Their fluffy white tails bobbing in the wind. Staying with my sister, Pam, for five weeks has awakened a part of me that had been long dead and forgotten. People are not meant to live alone and isolate. I am so blessed to have a sister like Pam and her kind hubby who says I can stay as long as I want to. Life is blessed. Candace

Alonzo's Salvation Part 2

This is week 57 of the Saturday Wordzzle challenge. Anyone new to the process can refer back here to find out how it works. Besides the fact that I had some unexpected company, my brain is having a hard time coming up with even a bad idea for how to use this week's words. Next week, we can all thank Quilly, who generously supplied me with 15 words for us to work with. Yippee! Boy... I thought this week's words were REALLY hard... even harder than last week's and I thought last week's were pretty terrible. I didn't think I was going to come up with something but in the end I did... Whew!
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Ten Word Challenge will be: apoplexy, doctor, hummingbird, shallow end of the pool, brigadier general, mustard, greed, parallelogram, slumber party, casual

Alonzo's Salvation Part 2

The housekeeper dialed 911. "He's dead! He's dead. Hurry." Cordillia, the housekeeper ran around frantically waiting for the police to arrive. She cleaned up a mustard stain on the white granite counter left from the twins' St. Patricks' Eve slumber party the night before. She refilled the hummingbird feeder and hurriedly hung it outside by the kitchen door. She screamed when the coroner walked up behind her and said "Excuse me, ma'am, are you Cordillia?" "You scared me to death, sneaking up on me and all. Especially with what has just happened." "I'm sorry ma'am, where can we talk?" Cordillia led him in to the casual den and offered him a chair. "I am Dr. Vance with the Coroner's office. Tell me what happened."

"I spent the night here last night because the twins were having a slumber party and the Mrs. was out of town with her sister. The Mrs. doesn't take to all the music and laughter when the girls have company, so I usually stay and chaperon while the Mrs. goes out of town. When I got up at 6:30 A.M. to fix the Misters' breakfast the house was quiet. No one was up yet. I opened the drapes to the pool and that's when I saw him. There he was lying face down in the shallow end of the pool. All dead like and bloody! Oh my God, how will I ever tell the Mrs." Dr. Vance said "Don't worry miss, the police will contact his wife. Due to the nature of this case, it will require the utmost security. After all, he was a Brigadier General in the armed services. Everything will be classified."

The Chief of Police entered the room and asked the doctor to step outside. Dr. Vance informed the Chief of Police that based on a preliminary exam, the victim had probably died from Apoplexy. Cause of death won't be determined until after the autopsy.

There was a knock at the door. Cordillia answered it. "Ma'am, I need to speak to the Chief of Police. The two men went out the front door and whispered "Sir, I found something really strange at the murder scene. It was a parallelogram drawn in blood with the word GREED written in the center. What do you make of that?"

Meanwhile, the Mrs. prepared herself to meet Mr. Alonzo at the Poets Corner Tavern at 9:45 P.M. She had no difficulty getting the $1.75 million. The money was packed safely in the locked brief case. What was giving her difficulty was the thought of handing over the money to Mr. Alonzo knowing that she would never know the truth about what happened to her husband.
She realized not knowing was her protection, but her obsessive personality desperately needed to know what happened. Alonzo walked in to the Tavern at exactly 9:45 P.M. He picked up the brief case and quickly left the Tavern and hailed a cab. "JFK airport." Alonzo said. As the cab pulled off, Alonzo saw the Chief of Police get out of his patrol car and enter the Tavern. The Chief of Police saw no sign of the victim's wife. In an instant she was gone.



Mini Challenge: Mount Olympus, arsonist, portraits, birch trees, "that car needs a new muffler"