Statistics, Lore and Anything Else That Flips My Writer’s Lid.
THE Maltese Falcon!
Mysteriou,s psychologically jarring, well acted, intricate characters woven together in a jigsaw of words and events, Fabulous!
“It was spring and her walk took her to the pond where she saw two red shoes resting on the bamboo dock.”
I wear a bowler hat
my jackets are graced with a flower
shiny spats cover my feet
WHO AM I?
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” Bubbles filled the room as she walked to the window the edge of her sandals caught on a prone body”
The door closed. Parrots began flying up towards the solar rooftop that was open. She glanced backwards over the mounds of coconut flour and sugar waiting to be made into that surprise birthday cake she was supposed to jump out of.
‘ You can forget that, ‘ she said pulling off the bejewelled costume and jumping into her favorite pair of parachute pants and top ‘ I’m getting out of here.’
She followed the blue and green Macaws as they flew up and out of the massive white kitchen, jamming the 45 revolver she found under a pile of cherries into her photographers vest.
As the tip of her boot hit the edge of the skylight and the last yellow macaw flew past her head she could hear the door below break off its hinges………
You finish it!!!!
Detective Story of The Day
Two of my current favorite writers ever since I found a collection of each writer’s novels in one of my many old book forays -one 1969 one 1970, a peak in classy writing.
Mr. Hammett writes in a staccato of images and words that builds until boom you laugh reflect or wonder what will come next Mr. Macdonald rolls his words around as if on a roller coaster mixing them with surprise spikes of artful images that present you an insight into feelings or a box of word wit.
Both are equal in their skill at mystery, one is a clear hardboiled perception of the world the other an intrinsic leap into the abstract beauty and psychology of situations and people.
for example –
“She stirred like an odalisque in the dying light, and recrossed her polished legs. ”
-R.M.– THE CHILL
“The chauffeur, still toting his billboard cue, still regarding me without fondness, met me on the ground floor and took me to the door, looking as if he hoped I would start something. I didn’t.”
– D. H. -RED HARVEST
Painting wise it reminds me of Impresionism meeting Cubism, pick up a read at the library and see what you think!
” Mockery rippled in a smile on her face.’
“Twilight hung like blue smoke in the room.”
Happy reading —
” Orange blossoms broke the silence as they hit the black and white tiled floor .”
She walked past the pastry shop her ears ringing from gunshots that had clipped her feathered hat.
“Why do people over react ? Calm down, ” she thought shoving a pearl handled revolver into her purse. ‘ Oh my favorite, ‘ she walked into the shop and bought seven dark chocolate Heaven Sents, a local treat filled with rasberry jam.
‘Yum-ski,’ she thought after sitting down on a park bench and devoring a few. She saw Peter in his grey fedora and waved.
” Janey. ” He called and walked over from his daily fencing match with one of his students. He always wore a grey fedora whilst fencing.
Have a mysterious and wonderful holiday!!!
” Jack put his cigarette in a corner of his mouth where it wagged with his words. ”
– Dashiell Hammett ” The Glass Key ”
” She opened the trunk as two cats popped out heading for their milk bowls where lay an envelope addressed to her.”
HAPPY Writing tonight…..