Almost time to start making an archive page for my previous additions to the narrative… Almost.
Â Â Â Â Â Anyway… I’ve been cleaning out the document folders on the desktop PC and found this little gem that was going to be a story once, but never got worked on:
The room contained thirty monkeys, one of which was a murderer.
Â Â Â Â Â “Small things,” I said to the Baroness, “that is what I tend to notice. The minuatie of the situation, the facial ticks, the forced tones of speech. All scientific, I might add. No mumbo-jumbo.”
Â Â Â Â Â “I should hope so,” she said, not believing a thing I had just said.
Or there is this beginning to a story starring the intrepid explorer, Thumper McKensey:
Twas a summer eve, if memory serves correctly, when Fritzy-Boy poured himself into my rooms on Barnyard Street. He had been missing for something over four months and I was, truth be told, starting to get a little concerned.