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The Case of the Amber Rose of the Amazon – Part 18

“Before solving the riddle of the Assistant tellers we must focus first on who is not the 2nd stenographer.”

We know Miss Hill went looking for a stenographer. Married woman can not be the 2nd stenographer, both Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Kane. That leaves Miss Dale.

“So Watson what does Y.U.S stand for?”

“Yesterday’s Utilitarian Service?”

“Hardly, Young Unmarried Set”

“Miss Hill was lunching with Mr. Adams.”

“Which removes her from possible Teller positions”

“Leaving that post to Mrs. Kane.”

“Mrs. Brown is 1st stenographer.”

“Miss Hill is the 2nd vice president

“And Mr. Grant is the 1st vice president”

The Case of the Amber Rose of the Amazon – Part 17

Mr. Adams is too young. Mr. Jones is too generous. Mr. Grant too senior. Mr. Long too defiant which leaves Mr. Camp the janitor.

“Mrs. Brown is the teller’s mother-in-law. For the 2nd stenographer could not be Miss Hill or Miss Dale. Since she shares a dislike for the pamper 3rd vice president with the assistant teller. Or is Mrs. Kane the teller’s mother-in-law. Goods odd for a wager Watson.”

“Only a fool would bet with the likes of Sherlock Holmes, I am sure you have already eliminated one of these married women.”

“And I thought you a gaming man.”

Suggestion by Norval Joe

All was silent, save for the hum of the tuning fork.
“Do you think we’re dead?” Flerdy asked. “I never believed in the bright light or the tunnel.”
“Shhh. I’m listening to the string drive. You have to switch it off at just the right point. You’re still holding the switch, right?” Borle asked in return.
“Psychological counseling,” Flerdy said. “It’s just a suggestion.”
“On my mark, flip the switch,” Borle said. “Three, two, one, mark.”
With a click the view screen lit with myriad stars and the capacitors roared with the sudden strain.
“What’s your suggestion?” Borle asked sarcastically.

Dergell Dunderspawn pulled his hood over his head and peered through the peep hole on his front door.
“Ow,” he groaned. He’d forgotton about the long nose on his mask again.
Cracking to door, he listened. Nothing moved on the rural highway. He rushed to the VW microbus, cradling a laundry bag in the crook of each arm. Jumping into the van he cursed as he crushed the wings strapped to his back.
Many people made suggestions of how he could get rid of thirty-seven of them, but Dergell thought gifts from the wiener dog fairy was the best idea.

Mama’s Switch by Yordie

Mama’s Switch
by Yordie Sands

I was a naughty child. I got into things I shouldn’t.

One day while my mom wasn’t watching, I pulled her beautiful pink angora sweater off a hanger from her closet.

I slipped into the sensual garment. It was large and fit me like a long coat, but I pranced around in it.

Suddenly, the door opened. I’d been caught.

Without saying a word, mom walked out into backyard. She snapped off a branch from the lime tree and stripped off the leaves. Returning with it she declared:

“If you ever do that again, I’ll whip you with this switch.”

The Case of the Amber Rose of the Amazon – Part 16

“So these five plus the bookkeeper Evans allow us to remove all male possibilities for president of the firm.”

“Miss Hill and Miss Dale lack prodigy, Mrs. Brown lacks affection and Mrs. Kane lacks distance.”

“Walla, President Mrs. Ford”

“When all possibilities are removed the answer appears.”

“Very good Watson 20 years has served you well.

“But there are deeper clues to be had concerning the former Miss Grant and the reason for respective Miss Hill’s anger. Generations of turmoil set in motions with a single action. I digress Watson let me lay before you the players first, the janitor”

The Case of the Amber Rose of the Amazon – Part 15

As sparks flow off steel and cobblestone Holmes regaled the doctor with how deduction revealed each person’s identity.

“The president is Mrs. Ford and her grandson is Mr. Adams. Watson moved to ask, but was checked by the telegraphed expression in the detective’s eyes that read: STOP explanation to follow STOP do not remove all doubt STOP.

“The stenographers, assistant teller, 2nd vice, and president are all women. This is clearly apparent from the following. Posts held by the men were 3rd vice president the grandson, the teller the son-in-law 1st vice president and the cashier’s bachelor-hood, the janitor’s boyhood.

Black by RedGoddess

Black by RedGoddess

It seems every season there is a new color that’s on every fashion magazine’s cover “must have” list. Lola is perplexed that women fall for these commercial lies. Is there a fashion police who fines offenders who deviate from the color trend? Although, she prides herself in believing she’s immune from these senseless fashion pressures. In the hotel business, look matters as much as the bedding chosen for the penthouse suites. Lola wears classic black pumps, not too high, just enough to exude confidence without looking trashy. In spite of the sore feet and back pain, she will do whatever it takes to feed her family and stay in the black.

Bird by Justin

I don’t know who Adam Jensen is, but he’s in the crashed VTOL plane we’re pouring bullets into. Orders from the big boss. Saw a picture of him, some bearded guy with sunglasses, augmented. They said he is extremely dangerous, so we aren’t taking any chances.

Wait, where are Harry, Charlie? Gotta reload. Going to cover every inch with holes. Wait, where is everyone else? Who’s tapping on my … I see a goatee, a glint of light off his sunglasses, and a fist. World’s gone sideways … he just jumped down there, pulling someone from the plane … he could’ve kill me …

Mustard by Cliff

I used to live in an apartment building across town. The guy in 3B was an evil looking guy with jet black hair and crazy eyes. When someone suggested that we have a building-wide cookout on Independence Day, I hoped 3B wouldn’t show up, but he did. Most folks brought one food item and a drink. 3B brought devil’s food cake, deviled ham, deviled corn, and deviled eggs. “I just love to cook,” he said. “No one ever bothered to ask.” When I asked what was in the delicious eggs, he replied “Just mustard, salt, pepper, and an innocent soul.”

Football

I was eight years old and my father had never been more eager to spend a day with me.

“Son today I teach you the game of Football.” I was finally going to learn football my family’s way. “I always start around 9am son; you get your meats going on the grill, your chickens, beefs and pork. Then I prepare the comfort food; dips, chips, pasta.”

He went on to teach me proper living room lighting, and how to use a remote to take in as many games as possible.

“There is only one Sunday you’re ready Son.”

We hugged.