Your three words, my little story

Doctor G’s words: clinic, parking & weather

 

It looked like rain when Doctor G was PARKING her car. Her and the rest of her office park in the back alley, all the shops do.

 

The only other parking is in front, most small towns like Sloan have diagonal parking. The bigger the shop, the more parking you have. A large business like the Five & Dime down the street will have more sidewalk footage. The CLINIC, the barber shop and the book store across the street have small footage, the dinner is a little bigger.

 

When doc was getting out of her car, she saw Betty heading back in the dinner. It’s been a couple of days since they found the body, but for a small town she thought there would be more answers. She didn’t have to be in the office for a half an hour, so why not visit Betty and get some coffee.

 

She liked sitting around the corner at the counter, so she could watch the comings and goings easier. “Hi Betty.”

 

“Hi Doc. How’s your love life?”

 

“Bad, just like the WEATHER looks. Hey, tell me about the stranger.”
“He sat in the corner.” She said, while pointing to a booth next a window. “He ordered the morning special, although he hardly touched it and read the Wilson Gazette. He didn’t say much, but he sure talked on the phone a lot.”

 

“Wonder who he was talking to?”
“Who knows. He must have made four phone calls, but something was a little strange.”

 

“What’s so strange about that?”

 

“That’s not the odd part. Three of the phone calls were on the pay phone, but the one on his cell phone got heated.”

Casey’s words: microwave, shed & seagull

Casey carefully walked back from her SHED, carrying her old small MICROWAVE. Her peppy little Spike was jumping all over her and running between her legs. At one point she stopped walking, and yelled, “Stop it Spikie!” She thought he stopped, but what he did was sneak up behind her and tripped her. As she was getting up she noticed the glass in the microwave door was broken. Now she had two microwaves that didn’t work and that was going to change her beach plans.

“Spikie baby, now I have to buy one.” She picked herself up, stepped onto the deck and into her home. After giving Spike some food, water and a big hug she left for the Wilson Wal-Mart. She was pulling into the jammed parking lot, when she decided to give up shopping and headed toward Sloan. The beach was on the west side of the small town of Sloan. Now she’s in a hurry, because he was probably already there.

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She yelled, “I’m here!”

“It’s about time honey.”

Casey said, “ Now I wished you picked me up.”

“Well, I wanted to, but you….”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. If you were there you could have helped me with my microwave. I dropped it, now I have to buy another one. When we leave, can you meet me at Wal-Mart?”

“Sure.”

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Heading back to Wilson. Wally was leading the way as he normally would do with Casey. While he was pulling into the Wal-Mart parking lot he always drives through the seagulls. He loved watching them scatter. One scooted over Wally’s car and that SEAGULL splattered all over Casey’s windshield. “Gross!”

Jim’s words: Shirley, ninja & blow-dry

 

He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. They just moved there four days ago and she left two nights later. Like a NINJA vanishing in the middle of the night. Leaving not a trace only a note saying, I don’t feel it anymore, SHIRLEY.

 

The last thing he remembers saying to her before he went to work was, “Every time I want to talk, you pull that noisy thing out and BLOW-DRY your hair. Sometimes I think you do it just to drown me out.” She never acknowledged his presence, so he left.

 

Dawn streamed through the window the next morning and he hadn’t slept a wink. All he thought about, was why. He knew they had problems, but not this bad.

 

How could he possibly run an investigation into the death of that stranger with all this on his mind. His second day on the job as the Sloan Sheriff and he didn’t need this crap.

Jeanette’s words: skyscraper, scooter & dumpster

She was an adventurous young woman, but not enough to get a Harley. Her little SCOOTER was all the speed and weight she wanted to handle. She didn’t need anymore to get around her home town of Sloan. Her cute little open faced helmet put just enough air in her face to wake her up every morning. Great on gas and the basket hanging off the handle bars were normally enough to carry her groceries home.

While getting on her scooter behind the Doctor’s office she noticed something strange. On the other side of the DUMPSTER was a pair of shoes and they were on a pair of feet. When she went closer she stayed on her bike, because she could drive faster than run if she had to.

It looked like her friend Wally, but he was on vacation somewhere out in the desert. The body had scrapes, bruises and blood everywhere and it looked like it was thrown off of a SKYSCRAPER. However the closest building that could be considered a skyscraper was in Wilson and that was only a five story building.

She had no desire to get any closer, so she went back inside to get the doctor and call the sheriff. Doctor George came out with her and knelt over the body to check his pulse. They were waiting on the sheriff, when Betty walked toward the dumpster carrying a bag of garbage from the dinner. She saw the commotion and said, “what’s going on?”

Jeanette said, “this man is dead.”

“Who?”