February 10,2015–Prompt–The Detective saw his opportunity he grabbed the waitress’s arm and said…

“Show me your green card!” Marie was stunned. Red began to fill the pores on her face. Her brown eyes filled with tears.

Patrons of the diner started getting restless and moving to their feet.  Rustling sound of boots on the linoleum gave way to a shotgun.

Gasps followed, as Marie slumped to the floor in a pool of blood.

A loud voice shouted, “CUT, THATS A WRAP.”

“See you tomorrow,” the set director cheered.

 by Carol Taylor

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The detective saw his opportunity. He grabbed the waitress’s arm and said, “Do you have a minute?”

The waitress yanked her arm from his hand and stared at him with annoyed surprise. “Excuse me, sir. Keep your hands to yourself.” She paused for a moment, looking at his pleading eyes, then glanced at her watch.

“I’ll only take a few minutes. I can wait until you can take your break.”

She glanced around the pub. “Well it seems quiet right now” as she pulled out the chair across from him and sat on its edge. She looked up and asked “How may I help you?” The words fell out as if she were asking for his food order.

He pulled out a small coil-topped notebook and flipped to an empty page. “You’ve worked here for how many years?”

By Lorraine Wait

*****

The detective saw his opportunity. He grabbed the waitress by the arm and said, “What’s your name honey?”

 

“It’s not Honey, and take your paws off my arm.” The waitress pulled away with such force that the detective almost fell over.

“Touchy, touchy,” he sneered. “Well Miss ‘It’s Not Honey’. My name is  Dick, Detective Dick.”

She cut him off before he finished. “I suppose your last name is Tracy, as in Dick Tracy, that old outdated comic strip character.”

Just then the cook called out from the kitchen. “Mary get your butt in here and serve this order.”

Dick scowled, “Oh, so your name is Mary. And you’re quite contrary.”

Mary matched his scowl with a sarcastic smile and stomped into the kitchen to talk with the cook. “Is this order for that fat detective who tried to manhandle me. If so, do you have any arsenic? I used up all my arsenic on the last creep who tried some funny stuff.”

The cook just laughed. “You got that right, Honey; but arsenic is not on the menu. Perhaps you’d like some humble pie for your desert .”

By Linda Scott

 

 

 

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