That's it, isn't it?
Well how about an excerpt from one of the stories?
There are 5, and they are humorous, but I guess that's a matter of opinion...
Assailant
“I woke on the icy
snow. I must have been knocked unconscious.” Lorna took a sip of coffee.
“Thanks for the coffee, Detective Blankenship.”
“No problem, Lorna.”
“When I woke, I was in
the hospital with a nasty bump on my head.”
“Do you think you got a
good enough look at the attacker to describe him to a sketch artist?”
Lorna nodded her head.
“Maybe. I can try.”
“Okay, I’ll go get
Scotty. He does a great job.” Detective Blankenship left the room. Lorna sat
there trying to recall details that might help him.
The door opened and a
small, thin man walked in and sat down in front of Lorna. “Hi, I’m Scotty.” He
offered her his hand. They shook.
“Lorna, Lorna Bradshaw,”
she said.
“Okay, Lorna, begin by
describing the assailant, and I will ask for more details if I need them.”
Lorna took a deep
breath. “Sure, let’s see. He had big round dark eyes.”
“Okay.” Scotty began to
scratch his pencil on the paper.
“He… he had a long
pointy nose, his head was round and quite large.”
“What about his ears,
big, small?” Scotty continued to sketch.
“No ears, at least, I
didn’t notice any ears. He did have very thin lips, almost non-existent.” Lorna
held her head. “I still have a headache from him bashing it against frozen
ground. I’m having trouble concentrating, so bear with me.”
“Sure, Lorna. Take your
time.”
“He was wearing some
sort of hat. It was a large black hat, like a top hat, and a red scarf. Other
than that, he was dressed in all white. I remember because I could see his body
in the dark.”
“Okay, I have a sketch
done.” Scotty stared at it a moment. “But um…give me a minute with the
Detective outside, okay.”
“Yeah, sure...”
Scotty took his sketch
out to Detective Blankenship. “Psst… come here.” He laid the picture on the
desk. “Do you see what I see?”
“Frosty?” Blankenship
raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, I think that
knock on the head messed her up. This is exactly what she described.”
Blankenship went back
in to talk to Lorna. He sat down beside her and looked into her eyes. “How are
you feeling?”
“Fine, expect for the
headache.”
“And the doctor at the
hospital said everything was fine?”
“Yeah, great...” She
rubbed the back of her head, “Just a goose egg back there.”
“Lorna, let’s go over
your statement again.” Blankenship took out his notes.
“Sure, if it’ll help.”
She took another sip of coffee.
“So…let’s see, you were
walking up to your front door, right?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It
was pitch black because the outside lights were out, so I only got a glimpse of
his face from the light of my watch.It glows in the dark.
See?”
“Yes, very nice.” Blankenship smiled. “Now the assailant… he came out of nowhere
and you fought with him?”
“He… He scratched me,
see?” She showed him the scratches on her hands and face.
“What’s that, there?”
Blankenship pulled his glasses down to the end of his nose. “It looks like a
splinter.”
“They took some
splinters out at the hospital.”
“I see. So, at some
point he knocked you to the ground and took ice?”
“That’s all he got, the
bags of ice I bought for our Christmas party.”
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