This weeks prompt: A male character ina suit, wearing gloves and is in front of a house he has never been to before. He carries a duffel bag with four items in it. They are: a belt, a red marker, golden paper clip and a flask.
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Nelson brushed the grass off his trousers with gloved hand and noted with regret that his new suit now sported grass stains. “Gees, I hope I have the right house. It must be,” after all it looked exactly as described by the woman who hired him to get the job done.
Hoisting his duffel bag over his shoulder, climbing the tree that towered up to the third story, managing to jump onto the balcony, and using a gold paper clip he wrestled open the flimsy catch on the balcony door.
Yes, I’m in, he thought as he spied the sleeping figure in the nearby bed. With stealth he approached, grabbed a pillow, and with firm hand held it over the face of the nasty fellow.
When the victim was about half dead he poured alcohol down his throat, secured a belt around his neck and chucked him over the balcony. His neck snapped as the belt prevented him from falling further. Nelson had tied it to the railing.
Authorities found a suicide note that appeared as though it was written in a drunken stupor with a broad-nibbed red marker found alongside.
Kirsten Wohlgemuth
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Pin-Striped Nut-Case
Poem – By Lloyd Rain – 10/22/15
He sported a black pin-striped suit
With only one protruding black boot
The boot was tattooed with red symbols
From the marker he held in his cymbals
The belt wound loosely ‘round his neck
As if he were to hang in a sec
He tipped the alcohol from his flask
To ensure through his neck all would pass
A crowd had assembled nearby
To observe what next he would try
Only one in his circle dared ask
“What, Sir, is the meaning of your flask?”
He turned to face his observer
“Is it not evident, kind sir?”
Pointing his gold paper clip at the man
“This lubricant is merely a scam.”
“When mixed with red markings of jam
Using this tool as a ram
Fools like you’d be surprised
At the resulting explosive ka-blam.”
Whereupon a truck did arrive
And attendants alighted from the drive
They gently escorted our man
Into the bowels of the van
Ensuring he was still quite alive
As it slowly departed the curb
Viewers wond’ring, “Is he genius or rube?”
He pointed a finger below
To the sign on the side quite aglow
With the words clearly rendered and durable
Asylum For The Confused And Incurable
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Write On the Edge 