Gerry Genius looked at the speck of blue paint. “Hrmm.”
“Hrmm?” Detective Dana asked.
Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include Damsels Local 269 and Encoded, Inc. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….
Note: Today’s Tale plays with the not-quite-verbal sounds that TV mystery writers, directors, and actors use signal Meaningful Moments.
Gerry looked around the window frame, focused again on the speck of blue paint, and nodded. “Hrmm.”
Dana looked at the body of Victoria Victim on the floor, then at the speck of blue on the window frame. “Mmm-hmm.”
Across the room, the Suspects – Sam, Serena, and their son Sidney – looked at Gerry, then at the body, then at Det. Dana, and finally at each other. “Uggh.”
Dana shot a glare at the Suspects. “Uh-uh.”
Gerry leaned out the window, listened carefully, and pulled his head in. “Ahh.”
“Oh?” Dana asked.
“Huh?” the Suspects added.
Gerry eyed the blue speck again. “Ahh-ha!”
“Ooh,” Dana said.
“Uh-oh,” the Suspects muttered.
Gerry started to raise a finger, then shook his head and studied the blue speck again. “Ooof.”
Dana glanced at her almost empty notepad. “Ummm?”
Sam Suspect crossed his arms. “Ai-yai-yai.”
“Tsk-tsk,” his wife Serena cautioned.
Sidney squeezed his thighs together and rocked heel-to-toe. “Errr?”
Dana held up a hand. “Uh-uh.”
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