Skye Private Eye: The Case of the Missing ???:
Articles Short StoriesPublished June 27, 2010 at 9:56 pm 1 Comment
In her spare time, Skye likes to write. Here’s your chance to write with Skye!
The beginning of her short story is written below. She was off to a good start, but a frisbee distracted her and broke her train of thought. Now she needs your help. Everyone is invited! Contribute a sentence or a paragraph or two to her mystery story by writing your contribution in the comment section below. You can twist the story into a drama or a comedy, or keep it a mystery–it’s up to you! Our audience is all ages so please keep it PG. Grab some coffee, sharpen your pencil and let’s have some fun!
SKYE PRIVATE EYE: The Case of the Missing??? (to be determined)
Earl the Squirrel was an insomniac. So it didn’t surprise me that at 6:00 a.m. one Sunday morning, the overweight three-pawed squirrel rapped at my nose-printed patio door.
“Crime never sleeps”; Earl’s trite motto. He had disturbed my slumber on numerous occasions. Why would this be any different? I repositioned my head on my perfectly groomed paw.
If the matter was doggone serious, he’d rap again. He did. Then he screeched and thumped his tail against the nail scratched glass.
Employment? Perhaps. I hadn’t had a good case in weeks. The biscuit jar was almost empty, so I grabbed my hat from underneath the faux suede sofa and stumbled out the doggy door.
Earl ground his chiseled teeth. He was not happy.
“What is it this time, Colonel?†I asked.
Earl (a.k.a. The Colonel) beat his chest with his bony left paw, the only front paw remaining. His claim to fame was that his right paw was lost in the Squirrel Wars of ’94. But sources close to the Colonel leaked word that he lost it when a hawk nabbed him. What a rip off. Out of respect for Earl, I never let on that I knew.
“Puppy missing on Oak Street,†said Earl. “A grown-up and a bitty child have been hollering in the woods for almost an hour. Woke up my entire nest.â€
“Any clues?†I asked… (Now you continue. Add your imagination to the comment section below.)
“Do I look like a bloodhound to you? That racket broke up my morning rituals…peace and quiet. So are you open for business, or not? Anyway, you’re the one with the nose for snooping and the appetite for adventure.”
Earl made his point by turning his gaze to the biscuit jar as he finished his sentence.
“Hmm, I do smell something fishy. Okay, I’ll take a bite at it, Colonel…if you’re willing to throw me a bone.”